Sangtekster:
Emergence The Science Of Suffering

Your stolen innocence lost beyond recovery A cold ambivalence desecrates that memory A warped reality an expectation spurned Lost in banality And paradise

I can see you now You're looking far away I wonder if you're dreaming of A happy future day Your body poised and still Your face composed serene The

Pacing in a gilded cage Youthful lust turns to rage You turn your fear into a need Scratch your sores until they bleed Take solace in a stranger's bed

Somewhere an infant cries / her parents do not stir resting under leaden skies / I wonder who they were The stolid minions come / They do as they were

The house is growing quiet, the vigil will begin A nightly visitation will surely come again And you must keep your silence, the walls are paper-thin