The restless spirit told me once That I should die imprisoned And my confinement began Within the bars of reason And then I let the sorrow in I made the nest for treason I let the people stay within And they destroyed the eden Turned into a stone My heart still beats Confirming the fact that We are death Turned into a stone My heart still beats Frozen to thе bone My body, my body bleeds We are Wе are death We are We are rust We are We are death We are We are tomb Turned into a stone My heart still beats Confirming the fact that We are death Turned into a stone My heart still beats Frozen to the bone My body, my body bleeds In the midst of a conflict I put myself into a chamber The safe space makes me calm The panopticon brings recharge The restless spirit once told me That I should die imprisoned Imprisoned, imprisoned My confinement already began Emotional standstill I no longer exist Turned into a stone My heart still beats And beats, and beats, and beats, and beats, and The ice has never been broken I curse myself twice I curse myself twice These words have never been spoken I reject sane advice I reject sane advice The emotional standstill The emotional standstill