| Like the haunting chants and prayers to which I've never listened | |
| thou shalt no longer live in chains or ever be imprisoned. | |
| Ease my always throbbing heart, I shall no longer falter | |
| as pupae to imagines all images must alter. | |
| Let thy glory shine on me, disperse my obfuscation, | |
| hide thy essence in myself, I need assimilation. | |
| Stream thyself into my soul and flood it with thy yearning, | |
| pour thy soul into my shell, erase my restless burning. | |
| I hear voices of a stranger. | |
| I hear voices of a stranger. | |
| I hear voices of a stranger. | |
| I hear voices in my head, echoing. | |
| I hear voices of a stranger. | |
| I hear voices of a stranger. | |
| I hear voices of a stranger. | |
| I hear voices in my head, echoing. |