Calamity of birth, we've all been found of deepest darkness, curse of the ground.


Secrets that lie deep inside of me. There's no hiding what we really are. Secrets that fight what I long to find. But we hide'what we really are.


A white mask can't disguise this brokenness. Look at the faces, we're such a mess!


Time stops, calamity. My God, save me!

This is not the way it's supposed to be. My soul is aching for something more glorious than what I see. Another smudged page is turning with a salty stain. Crooked and depraved is such an awful state'

I'm left jaded in the wake of one thousand ideals of man, but none of them can stand beneath the pressure!


A recursive paradigm, I'm still a prisoner in my own mind.