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 of 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
till you resemble a bitter shell of a man
Fasting in contempt of yourself
Climb back into the womb and start a new
Back into the womb and start a new
