(...) slow-motion
(...)
(...)
(...)
This smell of isolation
A hall of mirrors multiplying
Grotesque features of a golden idol
Melting fast in the fires of confession
And the shame feeds the anger feeds the shame
Dim lights from a dying coal
Cast a silhouette upon
The soot-smeared window
The unsolvable crime
And the heart implodes like a faithless star
Beating backwards, beating fast
(...) black coals of nothingness
Beyond redemption
And the shame feeds the anger feeds the shame
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