Tekster: Acrostichon. Dehumanized.

LOST IN SLUMBER
A THREAT TO NO ONE
WEAK AND HUMBLED, IN MY DISGRACE
SWEET DEPARTURE, IS WHAT I LONG FOR
CARELESS MOMENTS, TO COMFORT ME

DEAD PHILOSOPHY

IF I OFFER YOU MY SOUL
WILL YOU CARRY ME AWAY
I CANNOT BE THE ONLY ONE
TO BE DEHUMANIZED AGAIN
LEFT BEHIND

TOO DETERMINED
TO BE FORGOTTEN
NOTHING LEFT TO, ENRAPTURE ME
HARD AND SILENT, SOFTLY BREAKING
NO BELOVED, TO COMFORT ME


DEAD PHILOSOPHY

IF I OFFER YOU MY SOUL
WILL YOU CARRY ME AWAY
I CANNOT BE THE ONLY ONE
TO BE DEHUMANIZED AGAIN
LEFT BEHIND

FEEL THE DETERMINATION BUILT INTO MY MIND

YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO FIND ME
I'LL WIPE THE WORLD AWAY
YOUR FACE IT WILL REMNIND ME
JUST HOW MUCH I HAVE TO LEAVE