Cold, by your lonely and untouched stone
Which in their tongue reads, lo
"Mortal son who may climb, will fall"
When daylight's done, gone away to greater clusters of the human race
We crawl under our illusions and dig a homely grave
When daylight's done, gone away, I tear myself from my heart
I burst in to flames
Now how did I ever believe that by now, depraved, I'd be another way?