Isolated from the world light is filtering through the shuttersdrawing worms over my immobile bodyAnd i know that it will last this is just the beginningMy brain floats on alcoholAs leaves from trees you feel lost so annoyedwounds of defeat amplify your pain fuel your hateIdolized prophetsFallen icons, lost crowns, an end.There’s no sinking ship to saveThere’s no confused crowd to slaveTHis is the twilight of your beliefsand ravens surrounding you tell you the sameno matter how hard you try to organizeBlah BlahYour prophet still remains in the deepestoblivionLike a lizard you hide from the sun from eagles from stars from the truthDeprived of your power you’re so sterile make me cry make me laughNow you know how to evade this emptiness insidecocaine for the pain /brainAnd cricket on sundays.