From Shadows it begins, a steady beat surrounding me.
A pulse to match, a line on me, cold as ice.
The sorrow and anger of things I couldn't be.
I tried to pretend, and so I payed the price.
Slipping down my arm, out of sight, out of mind.
A sweet release that cannot be found.
For bliss becomes monster, lost and refined.
And what some would want is to rest beneath the ground.
