Foggy dreams
     in the whispers of the morning
Realms of sin
     entices thy mourning
In perpetual daylight
     I will seek solace.

Of sorrow and woe
     and tales of tomorrow
The one which hurts me
     is the one singing with glee
Pivotal silence
     swaying with resonance.

I shook off the helping hand
     as I returned to my ceramic tiled haven
     or a prison of dread?
Tis to understand
     follow thy heart
     for it's there you shall find the answers to the night.

Cast of thy worries
     for gentle is the breeze
But there's still a stone
     in the place thy heart once dwelled
For nothing seems alright
     in my embrace of despair.

So pray my brethren
     for doors of doom soar upon us
     neither action nor fate will loosen it's sinful wrath
In this time of uncertainty
     in this time of woe
May God be with you always
     and never lose sight of thee.