Bask within our sedentary sins Twitch beneath the pricks and jabs of conscience Enter me and the sun A rusted shard to draw the blood. The Muse, a whore at work again Fade the slightest sight, pine-needles dampen A broken blade, a stolen face, The epitaph Believe in Shame. Well Ive been dead before - Back before I was born Then entered Light, surcease of Nothing But merely given time One lowly blip of life Spinning to the void again. From the start know we are lost A splintered two, the both of us Helpless to believe in nothing.