| I feel a presence | |
| I catch your movement | |
| In the corner of my eye | |
| Keeping its distance | |
| Features hidden | |
| With passing time | |
| Exerting tension | |
| I still grate against the pull | |
| Keeping pace with me | |
| More than company to see | |
| Hide in my shadow | |
| Deep within my wounds | |
| Hide in my shadow | |
| Brick by brick | |
| I build my tomb | |
| Exerting tension | |
| I will grate against the pull | |
| While this dissention speaks | |
| And plays the fool | |
| Every Fall the fear is always there | |
| I like to visit my despair | |
| Silent but not gone |