We bore your concentrated burden far too long

A private sacrament of endurance administered to me

Still, crestfallen men cursed forever won't see

Roses at their feet when they die

Crumble

You have forsaken us all now

Beneath composure's varnish, spirit wavers not

This obsession, these compulsions

O' inspiring, your final deceit

Nightmare

We shan't soon flee these graven halls

No one is coming to while away

My еach remaining day spent presеnt, eternally

Know this about thyself, and thy soul shall find peace