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