I am unjust, therefore I shall remain unjust still. I am indeed filthy and I shall remain filthy still. My veins are no longer capable of bleeding, my heart no longer breaks. I know now that I have crossed over into the stillness of damnation where the rest of the desolate await to greet me. When I stopped to glance over my shoulder, I had come to realize that it had happened long before my acceptance had broken stale bread with it. No tear had fallen at that moment, my eyes remained dry. My suffocated heart lies dead between my sunken footprints, far behind me now in the cold reflection of my indifference. And you who is still stirring within me as an infant flutters within its mother's womb. I have not yet decided what to make of your momentarily quiet presence in the darkness of my form. Surely, this rousing child will continue its accelerated growth and soon utter the words I know I will come to fear. - From a fiendish libretto
I am unjust, therefore I shall remain unjust still. I am indeed filthy and I shall remain filthy still. My veins are no longer capable of bleeding, my heart no longer breaks. I know now that I have crossed over into the stillness of damnation where the rest of the desolate await to greet me. When I stopped to glance over my shoulder, I had come to realize that it had happened long before my acceptance had broken stale bread with it. No tear had fallen at that moment, my eyes remained dry. My suffocated heart lies dead between my sunken footprints, far behind me now in the cold reflection of my indifference. And you who is still stirring within me as an infant flutters within its mother's womb. I have not yet decided what to make of your momentarily quiet presence in the darkness of my form. Surely, this rousing child will continue its accelerated growth and soon utter the words I know I will come to fear. - From a fiendish libretto