Pieces will never tell the whole story
Crushing the unbreakable glass
Heat escaping through the unknowable reflection
An unseen pattern in fragments inside the golden room

To be born in a world of cosmic misrule
Raised outside of the natural order
The bleakest tragedy of human errors
The unbodied puppet show

Glassy shades pulled against the Sun
Hiding the light from the fool's sight
Whispers cutting the surface unremarked
Slickly sliding along faulty and clumsy lines

What are you looking for?
Leaving broken bones behind
Upon the treacherous murder
Witchery accursing the past

Nothing but gloom in the horizon
Filled with contractions of fate
Stuck in this restless walk
Life's but a walking shadow

Ticking my steps for nothing
Searching between worlds
To embrace the voices encircling my head
Feeling engulfed by the scars of emptiness

Overcoming the fearful anxiety
Delivering a despairing monologue
A desolated crossroad between awakening and death
Murdering nightmares upon thy survival

Surrounded by the unknown
And overwhelmed with shame
An infinite land filled with sorrow
The lap of a luxury season
That used to be called our soul