(...) slow-motion
(...)
(...)
(...)
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
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
(...) black coals of nothingness
Beyond redemption
And the shame feeds the anger feeds the shame