Blind and ailing, I see myself collapsing again Hallucinations devouring me Grim, gasping and white with rage, I only wish I could wake Abysses of time come into light from my very own self Deprived again of self-determination I'm eager to escape The truth will out just like the rising sun Hollow and in silence, here do I stand About to start my journey, bound for nowhere A thousand wounds festering its voracity Forever on his conscience, such a detrimental grief Creeping amid the shadows of the intellect The black veil of lunacy will smother the truth Numb and in ashes, conscious of myself, I breathe Dismal, sepulchral eons in ambiguity Under full sails, off to the unreal world, forth and beyond I go The route is clear now; I'm bound for nowhere forevermore