Layers upon layers of night (Form over white dunes) Liquid light running deep (Flowing blue) He lies writhing A faint sentry (Within waves of bloodred) Agony apparent (From the blue, tears were shed) Our fears are the same Expressed freely through alternate avenues Having different outcomes Severe or inconsequential? What role belongs to will? The re-opening Of my sequestered world The colour is drained And the nights are fading out Dysphoria The re-opening Of my recluded soul The blackness that roared Cannot take its final hour Dysphoria And so we remain Stare into one layer after another While unwilling, unconscious, unreal We are drowning deeper In a song I embrace... The re-opening Of my sequestered world The colour is drained And the nights are fading out Dysphoria The re-opening Of my recluded soul The blackness that roared Cannot take its final hour Dysphoria Abhorring the silence A summoned past recourse Encasing the island Boldly As is my freedom Come sweet slumber... The black returns to me now The colour is drained And the nights are fading out Dysphoria The re-opening Of my recluded soul The blackness that roared Cannot take its final hour Dysphoria The re-opening Of my sequestered world The colour is drained And the nights are fading out Dysphoria Dysphoria Dysphoria...