From my black tongue, words of scorn Out of darkness, my ways were born I can still fear their presence The thoughts within my mind Frail dreams of wayward essence A deal that's yet unsigned So mean, unclean and godless The roots I'm scared to find Their needs are often heartless Like truth that's long declined Strange and vain are the feelings As my mind can flow free These unpleasant revealings Can they really be me? From my black tongue, words of scorn Out of darkness, my ways were born My thoughts will pull me under Life spinning round and round Where will it stop, I wonder No trace of solid ground Like seconds into hours My days are passing by I'll climb an endless tower As life's an endless lie Strange and vain are the feelings As my mind can flow free These unpleasant revealings Can they really be me?