[Verse 1]
Brought to the end of my wits
About me little can be said
Costs too much to have a soul
Empty mines of hard slag coal

[Chorus]
Around the circle backwards
Throw the knife into the ground

[Verse 2]
Wrapped in your soft, black blanket
Warm, adaraxian bliss
Intrusive ideations
Fast-forgotten or dismissed

[Chorus]
Around the circle backwards
Throw the knife into the ground

[Verse 3]
Through the dark I fumbled
From the clouds down to my knees
Forgotten prayers mumbled
In between bemoaning pleas
To an alien majesty
In the face of brutal hate
Refusing to abandon
Those regardless of their fatе