Panic strikes in slow-motion
(...), refusal in pain
This smell of isolation
A hall of mirrors multiplying
Grotesque features of a golden idol
Melting fast in the fires of confession
And the shame feeds the anger
feeds the shame
feeds the anger
feeds the shame
Dim lights from a dying coal cast a silhouette upon
the soot-smeared window, the unsolvable crime
And the heart implodes like a faithless star
Beating backwards, beating fast into black coals of nothingness
Beyond redemption
And the shame feeds the anger
feeds the shame
feeds the anger
feeds the shame
