Shame on the wind coming from mysteries,
Since it comes from somewhere we hate...

Alone sits the poor man
Alone sits the poor women...

Lie it is not
I couldn't say it now...

So far, so far away
A deal is not to be made...

House left without a hand to wipe a tear,
And the tear falls with a whisper couldn't hear...

Yet I hear no sound as I woke
And no screams behind the doors...

I sit watching the moon
I sit my eyes not bleeding...

Brute is not a man you seek,
Yet you and I discern he's a freak...

Selves moan and hail not leniency
And we blubber to rinse the precision...

Still the candle in my hand
How could it thy be that you're gone...

Let the captive of a golden confine wing to the...
Lie down, listen to that last heart beat of the...

Stolen is my vision from thy soul
Though it is not from my eyes...