Corinthian walls cannot hold it back; for honest
Love is an army all unto it's own, and...

Black is a shade, of the deepest shadow
That smudges one's painted art...

Drips...drip...dripping...
Soft, but sheer to mine ear...

Ego Sum Damno
Cursed by nightmares within cryptic dreams...

There's a silence within a storm,
From which tranquil thoughts are born...

(Verse 1)
Pick yourself up and follow your dreams...