Blind and ailing, I see myself collapsing again
Hallucinations devouring me
Grim, gasping and white with rage, I only wish I could wake
Abysses of time come into light from my very own self

Deprived again of self-determination
I'm eager to escape
The truth will out just like the rising sun
Hollow and in silence, here do I stand
About to start my journey, bound for nowhere

A thousand wounds festering its voracity
Forever on his conscience, such a detrimental grief
Creeping amid the shadows of the intellect
The black veil of lunacy will smother the truth

Numb and in ashes, conscious of myself, I breathe
Dismal, sepulchral eons in ambiguity
Under full sails, off to the unreal world, forth and beyond I go
The route is clear now; I'm bound for nowhere forevermore