Fettered silence
Chained into this waste of a body
Loosed mind
Too loosed
Roaming through mountains and valleys
Peaks and lows
I cannot control
Imprisoned in solitude
Imprisoned in glory

Escaping only into mirrors
Tied to the death in cycles
Where gloom and hope
Hold hands

To wander I wonder
Where will I go
And kneel before the same faculties of mind
Fettered silence
Fettered silence
Fettered silence.