Feel a sleepy, calm sadness
The sharp pains to which we're accustomed
Surface of water is like a mirror
But the black plants dance and sway below
Slowly infusing their poison into sediments below

Every day is just a continuous sigh
And I fall asleep with the fear of waking up

My head, my chains are getting tighter again
Hurt again and again
Howling again
Praying again

I'll go howl in the Church of blasphemy
That I did not want to be created

Howling again
Praying again

And the echo of my voice will bounce there forever