painful ghosts in inverted dance
their bodies are engraved with curses
desperately they try to create music
wich may reveal their true nature
but only silent halitosis pours forth

ancient masks pervert the purity of their intentions
my desire to burst into a thousand dying stars
so that mine heart, tortured by black hands
may dream until all concept of time is wilted

but i am fettered in this wyrd carcass
the words i utter are devoid of meaning
my mortal kinesthetics only deforms
my wishes to love you
in this prison of marrow
sleeps my passion