To tell you the truth,
The peace is broken by the bitterest shade
The sun shining down fades to grey
I know now that I'm no starlit son
That my crystals have all ran dry
Bled out, like cracked tourmaline, foaming-white
All my darkness has ended this rite
There's no potion for my pain
Only shrines of black magic and wretched lines
I draw with chalk, but the Gods don't answer
My meditation provides no sweet ties
To the demon inside
So let me burn, let me burn