The spiteful heavens remain a broken and pointless dream
Am I to wander and be terrestrial forever?
I craved the silence and solitude of death in the stars
Instead I feel chained and bound to this wretched earth
Back in this forest, I feel the presence of living things
Deep in the surface I feel the rotting of flesh and bone
And in the distance I see a tombstone whose name I know
And whose untimely death is mourned by no one
I craved the silence and solitude of death in the stars
Instead I feel chained and bound to this wretched earth