Из альбома: Nightmare's Nest
["To feel our motion forward is impossible Motion implies terminus; and how can terminus be felt before we have arrived?" - William James, Essays in radical empiricism]
The caustic stain of guilt on once sterile hands
I have gone numb in my conspiracy of one
I am easily pleased, just a little time before I decline
I need
A purpose for these arms, a care to breed new life,
A purpose for these hands, a reason I need
A reason to fall and a reason to dive
It's the wait I fear the most
Set free mortal coil, come purest of pain
A serious reality, elusive and free
I breathe forgiveness in
The other moment I found me in a chamber filled with irony
Screaming, falling into grace for a moment only