The masses assemble
And they're scenting feast
Their panic-sharpened eyes are out for my head
I am their prey, I am left to the mercy of hellhounds

Multiple minded beast
Out of my rest
I was dragged into their fierce company
The psyches of hydra have been released unto me

Now

The archaic sleep of the righteous has fallen awake
Bare and naked, they're gloating over me as my limbs have begun to shake
I would wish I was not born
To have remained asleep before the blinding of dawn
As I enter the world with its faces
I feel I am forlorn

Dreaming back before the plunge down into this
Hell is not beyond, this shame means what it is

Pull me away from the gaze of the human countenance
Of these heads and faces, of their bileful haunting presence
Save me from the dread of the disgusting human countenance
Of these heads and faces, of their abhorred violent presence

The demon's laughter drips with scorn
You fear not to die, you regret to be born
Children of fugacity

You don't fear to die
You regret to be born

Batter their faces, so they leave me alone
Batter their faces, so they leave me alone

You don't fear to die
You regret to be born

Silen appears on the face of the other
Sardonicly to glance at me, remember the torture
Chased through the woods of my alienation
To not see myself in the mirror of alteration

Sore is my soul, mourning finitude
Dreaming back to prenatal solitude