Curse this regress ♪ Veiled in anguish, ♪ As the threads of shame feast and claw their way ♪ Past this defense ♪ I'll be sequenced: ♪ I'm not your kind. Seamless distance ♪ Coiled in weakness ♪ And a silken faith in a world beyond a disgrace. ♪ I'm not your kind, ♪ Surrendering lies pale and ill-defined; Sounds like grey skies.