These walls scream in deafening disarray
With mantras ingrained in matter grey
A future forged in silence
As you decay
A stumble in the right direction
Just speaking through me
Don't say why
Don't let your shadow fall here
The gold you wear is coal to me
From nothing comes the air you breathe
Masquerade
Running away
Only way to ease the pain
Walk on the edge of a razor
Praying for sleep again
Out of lies, out of pages to burn
Out of mind you are free from concern
Bastions bathed in fire
Your pain is my desire
Alone in my perception
Trapped in the mire of isolation
Don't let your shadow fall here
The gold you wear is coal to me
From nothing comes the air you breathe