From my black tongue, words of scorn

Out of darkness, my ways were born



I can still fear their presence

The thoughts within my mind

Frail dreams of wayward essence

A deal that's yet unsigned

So mean, unclean and godless

The roots I'm scared to find

Their needs are often heartless

Like truth that's long declined



Strange and vain are the feelings

As my mind can flow free

These unpleasant revealings

Can they really be me?



From my black tongue, words of scorn

Out of darkness, my ways were born



My thoughts will pull me under

Life spinning round and round

Where will it stop, I wonder

No trace of solid ground

Like seconds into hours

My days are passing by

I'll climb an endless tower

As life's an endless lie



Strange and vain are the feelings

As my mind can flow free

These unpleasant revealings

Can they really be me?