Here in this pa**age with the mist up to my knees - a frightened savage pounding panels,
I beat on every door I see but I get no answer.
Yet I know I'm not alone cos I hear laughter and I know it's all for me.
And I know there's no returning because the gods must be appeased,
and, of the millions, they nominated me.
And I'll walk 'til they forget as we'd forget.
I'm all theirs to disrepect and I plea guilty.
Call it 'murder by exclusion'.
Call it criminal neglect...
Just how many false confessions will it take me?
Must I climb the mountain?
Must I cry against a wall?
Am I doomed to stay marooned here in this hall.
Shipwrecked in this gaping hole in time.
In this lost museum that's forever closed inside.
A place where nothing dies, it only crumbles.
The statues turn their backs and just collapse in piles of ashes,
fragments, remnants, ruins, trash...
They torched this temple years ago but they left the ghosts to moan on glowing coals,
in a hall that leads to a hall
that leads to a hall
that leads to a hall...