In amongst the slithering hordes I walk and pine for solitude the fire of these misanthropic thoughts fuel my desire, fuel my desire for isolation
I will always be dead to your kind I shall not fall into this night
On these roads both low and high tread a single path I walk the line head lice and head lies up the ladder you climb withdraw my place, inner peace is mine
I will always be dead to your kind I shall not fall into this night
In Amongst the dribbling frauds Deepen the need for solitude yet free beside you I will always walk for this wall you shall never break through my illusions of silence...
I will always be dead to your kind I shall not fall into this night