| Whisper something to me so I can hear your voice | |
| I'm pushing you away, my will be done, it is my choice | |
| You sing to me in inky black with tendrils flailing wildly | |
| Yet I remain in solid stone, no force on earth will move me | |
| Why does it seem that all is slipping further from me? | |
| I build and build and reaching up my arms can not reach anything | |
| Give me something, anything | |
| Why is it bleak and barren | |
| Don't I deserve the world after building building building? | |
| You dangle happiness before me yet keep it out of reach | |
| My well is dry and still I try to fill it up I seek and seek and seek | |
| Nothing lasts except the empty swallowing my soul | |
| But I will rise above this world and I will fill my holes | |
| My heart and soul belong to me, I am my own | |
| My own my own | |
| I am a fire | |
| I eat the world and defecate the shell |