When I wrote ‘Cruel Vestige’ I was still too young
To know where I was coming from
Knocking on the door of an empty house, for whom does that bell toll
If not for I alone?

Here’s some bad advice, let your mind go
Like a stone’s throw to the mirror

When I wrote cruel vestige I was feeling numb
Heartbroken, full of cum
The light went out if my heart’s a house, I was tired and alone
Too old to care, what I could become

Here’s some bad advice, let your mind go, like a stone’s throw to the mirror
And what you thought you’d find, is already gone
Just pale dimensions, coming true
It’s nothing that I would know, it’s nowhere that I would go