Thousands of miles heading nowhere
Moving faster than thoughts could keep up
You were minding your own business; one with nature
And soon enough someone so distraught came and intervened
When it never needed it to be
A murder committed before death
You died before you were dead
Warm in my comfortable little body, you
Lifeless and freezing
A being robbed of its fullest blessing
At the cost of self-loathing
A reckless Self isn't far
From the Truth
At least plenty can be learned from the blindness
'Cause little is it known
That the Truth is right there before you before it's manifested
You got a glimpse of what Hell's like before you had to see it with your own eyes
And there it lies at your feet
No longer breathing
No longer believing
You gaze into the shadows of your own Self
Sin is a wage and the price is life