Epitaph (Live at Progpower XVII)

Isolation freezes my life, coldness grips my heart
 Trapped within a world, a world apart.
 Desolate am I, a tempest raging silently.
 Lost a barren adrift at sea.
 Catatonic state, it sharpens life's depressing edge
 The clamor draws me closer to the ledge
 As I gaze upon this burning world I curse this life.
 A life through which I'm hurled
 Lies, lies upon this side and that
 Truthless violence deception mourned by the wise.
 Thousands of voices drowning out his own
 In a popular torrent of lies upon lies
 Turn to stone.
 So intense the pain that has crawled
 From the bleeding corpse of pleasure.
 That feeds the worm the writhes
 Inside my brain.
 In the deep of night it stirs again
 In the heart of the sleeper,
 From the crack of dawn I wake to curse
 The rising of the sun.
 Every life is built on hope
 Now my dreams have surely passed,
 Inner voices haunt my numbered days
 Darkness calls me with her laughs
 Torn between life and death inertia
 Fills my soul.
 No will to be nor pride to care
 Reapers take your toll.
 Strangers cast a menacing glance as
 Existence I defy.
 Shatter their dream like world I'm not
 Afraid to die
 Omen bird soars the desert land to the castle
 Of idolence, there lies the shadow of a man.
 See the colored flowers and marble towers
 They fade to brown
 Like the unknown inscribed in stone
 He's abandoned, abandoned flesh and bones
 He's lost in silence swallowed in vastness
 Drowned in the depths of a meaningless
 Past