The lesser I have known, the better I have grown
In the void of penitence, and the senses I disowned
Polluted design of tradition
Reaping the roots of hate
Aching through my cells
Singing promises in cold rhythm
Hanging bodies and expectations
Nothing left to withstand
Rest assured in perished land
Stake my heart, burn my pride
Leave the noises for tomorrow's dawn
For the chaos in silence
In a pursuit to find balance
The voices in the distance are silenced
The hallowed ground is where I rest, free from nightmares
