Gone is the sun eclipsed in the sky
Where will I run when it's time to hide
Left barren from the loss of the seed our existence
As we know it declines in the shadow of the moon
I recede - recede to the dark side
On the outskirts of my soul I just hope I can make it
Back and land on some, some sort of plain
And resurrect the balance before I travel
The layers are slowly stripped away by celestial
Heavens and all is glorious
It doesn't seem real that a little act of nature
Can make everything descend from a peak of bliss
Like a roller coaster ride through the bowels infested
With a parasite feeding off your soul, feeding off your will
He desecrates
Till you resemble a bitter shell of a man
Fasting in contempt of yourself
Till you resemble a bitter shell of a man
Festering in contempt... Contempt of yourself
Climb back into the womb and start a new
Back into the womb and start a new
