Subservient threads tighten around the ilk of my shadowed memories
Where darkness embraces silence like a lover
And I lay suffering – floundering in foul dreams
My soundless cries echo
While I walk alone with spectres
Who take pleasure as they caress my very soul
Canvas towers of black paint the horizon
There is no way out
There is no way out
Turrets of stone in windswept hues
There is no way out
There is no way out
A blanket of stars, black as pitch
There is no way out
There is no way out
Suffocating inside this sarcophagus, frozen forever
There is no way out
There is no way out
