The Paranoid

Panic strikes in slow-motion

(...), refusal in pain

This smell of isolation

A hall of mirrors multiplying

Grotesque features of a golden idol

Melting fast in the fires of confession

And the shame feeds the anger

feeds the shame

feeds the anger

feeds the shame

Dim lights from a dying coal cast a silhouette upon

the soot-smeared window, the unsolvable crime

And the heart implodes like a faithless star

Beating backwards, beating fast into black coals of nothingness

Beyond redemption

And the shame feeds the anger

feeds the shame

feeds the anger

feeds the shame