The masses assemble
And they're scenting feast
Their panic-sharpened eyes are out for my head
I am their prey, I am left to the mercy of hellhounds
Multiple minded beast
Out of my rest
I was dragged into their fierce company
The psyches of hydra have been released unto me
Now
The archaic sleep of the righteous has fallen awake
Bare and naked, they're gloating over me as my limbs have begun to shake
I would wish I was not born
To have remained asleep before the blinding of dawn
As I enter the world with its faces
I feel I am forlorn
Dreaming back before the plunge down into this
Hell is not beyond, this shame means what it is
Pull me away from the gaze of the human countenance
Of these heads and faces, of their bileful haunting presence
Save me from the dread of the disgusting human countenance
Of these heads and faces, of their abhorred violent presence
The demon's laughter drips with scorn
You fear not to die, you regret to be born
Children of fugacity
You don't fear to die
You regret to be born
Batter their faces, so they leave me alone
Batter their faces, so they leave me alone
You don't fear to die
You regret to be born
Silen appears on the face of the other
Sardonicly to glance at me, remember the torture
Chased through the woods of my alienation
To not see myself in the mirror of alteration
Sore is my soul, mourning finitude
Dreaming back to prenatal solitude
