Outside the grasp of sanity
Frostration wrapped in leathers
On the other side of the glass
Watching figures dance
At the outer edges of peril
Immobilized in black
In a box made of glass and stone
Where no light of day can reach

Symphonies proclaiming harm
The unbeatable beating within
Reaching boundaries beyond
Casting the singing of seraphs

One for no waves
Two for the setting suns
Three to touch the clouds
One for the calm
Two for the night
And the rest to reach the light

Ingestion from healer's hand
A slave to the fruit they bare
Famine induced by the ones in white
Where no hunger should be
At the outer edges of peril
Immobilized in black
In a box made of glass and stone
Where no light of day can reach

Symphonies proclaiming harm
The unbeatable beating within
Reaching boundaries beyond
Casting the singing of seraphs