gone is the sun eclipsed in the sky   where will I run when it's time to hide   left barren from the loss of the seed our existence   as we know it declines in the shadow of the moon   I recede - recede to the dark side   on the outskirts of my soul I just hope I can make it   back and land on some, some sort of plain   and resurrect the balance before I travel   the layers are slowly stripped away by celestial   heavens and all is glorious   it doesn't seem real that a little act of nature   can make everything descend from a peak of bliss   like a roller coaster ride through the bowels infested   with a parasite feeding off your soul, feeding off your will   he desecrates   till you resemble a bitter shell of a man   fasting in contempt of yourself   till you resemble a bitter shell of a man   festering in contempt... contempt of yourself   climb back into the womb and start a new   back into the womb and start a new