He who runs only seeks emptiness
Oh, poor pitiful soul...

Some nights I lay awake
Thinking of ethereal being...

Echo the emptiness
White wings flutter...

Echo the soft strain of time
Beating waves on consciousness' door...

Carved out of stone
Visage without tears...

I need to be committed
To where else, but here...

Feeding frenzy on the soul
Words collapse the veins...

A minuit, je suis reveille dans le desir
Pour les levres j'ai besoin de...

What's the face set in stone
To hollow the steps of those who roam...

The hungry fire licks the sides of a temple
The destroyers run for their lives...

"No, I'm not dead"
Is all I hear inside...

This desert haunting
The only reason we live...