The passing Attainment of Indulgence Within the bleakness, therein a stalking shell I come to find a honest revulsion that can not be anything except myself Vacuous observations haunt the hanging strings Like a slipknot made from glass I ultimately find the noose And to my replusion I hear the voices of my youth The final act of discovery is that I'm dangling down From the silver splinters that is my fourth deminsion Looking into glazeful solid, a window of deception I come to find a static stream, and like electricty So powerful as if in a dream, the stillness of night is my tournquent I'm subsiding in the night, thoughts beg to be coherent But all my lucidity has died I can't explain to myself what this all implies Thoughts obscure the illusions of what definitions mean Molded into order a particle of reality Broken by ignorance a dot follows the connecting threads Within the blackness inside a stalking door I come to find an honest hatred but I can't find out who it's for Apathetic reflections stalk the droping strings I find the hanging loop And to my repulsion I hear the voices speak not one truth The final act of discovery is that I'm falling down From the silver crystal shards of glass that is time Looking into a shiny solid, a window of betrayal I come to find a motionless stream and like a flowing current It comes chasing after me I'm subsiding in the night, thoughts beg to be understood But all my lucidity has drifted I can't explain to myself what this all implies Thoughts obscure the illusions of what definitions mean Molded into order a particle of reality Broken by ignorance a dot follows the connecting threads (x2) From the makings of lunacy I climb out of the hollow cave And understading finally seeps in The last thoughts that I'll remember are that Within the blackness inside a stalking door I come to find an honest hatred but I can't find out who it's for Like a slipknot made from glass I ultimately find the noose And to my replusion I hear the voices of my youth In the passing attainment of Indulgence I come to find a static stream, and like electricty So powerful as if in a dream, the stillness of night is my tournquent ----------------------- Note: Incase you don't know what the song is about, its about a person that is going crazy and the only comfort they have is the stillness of night when they are sleeping.