Hidden in shadows of light, when the curtain's pulled   looked at with eyes sayings all, about direfulness   Should have preferred the comfort of nondisclosure   Slayed by pre-existence      Sweetheart, come here, touch me, I'm still me   the making of lies is not all to decline   I've been there   I've touched it   don't neglate my mind, do trust it   what's sacred to you has been put through my spine      Waiting for the verdict inwrought with secrecy   generative thoughts, from another dying bred:   All we see and all seem is but a dream   and darkness weaves with many shades   Sector senseless, your stagnant      Unabashed   Illdisposed   a shapeless ghost convoking me      Inside the church of nonbelievers I find myself   peacedecievers, my private hell   All the answers layed down to me   by higher power showing ways to victory      Deficient as a heathen, in terms of fortitude   singing out the dirge relieving me for you   All we know just goes to show our inner glow   and darkness weaves with many shades   sector senseless, your stagnant      Her gracious smile at mine      Sweetheart, come here, touch me, I'm still me   the making of lies is not all to decline   I've been there   I've touched it   don't neglate my mind, do trust it   what's sacred to you has been put through my spine