The lesser I have known, the better I have grown In the void of penitence, and the senses I disowned Polluted design of tradition Reaping the roots of hate Aching through my cells Singing promises in a cold rhythm Hanging bodies and expectations Nothing left to withstand Rest assured in perished land Stake my heart, burn my pride Leave the noises for tomorrow's dawn For the chaos in silence In a pursuit to find balance The voices in the distance are silenced The hallowed ground is where I rest, free from nightmares