Illusions of Silence

In amongst the slithering hordes
I walk and pine for solitude
the fire of these misanthropic thoughts
fuel my desire, fuel my desire for isolation

I will always be dead to your kind
I shall not fall into this night

On these roads both low and high
tread a single path I walk the line
head lice and head lies up the ladder you climb
withdraw my place, inner peace is mine

I will always be dead to your kind
I shall not fall into this night

In Amongst the dribbling frauds
Deepen the need for solitude
yet free beside you I will always walk
for this wall you shall never break through
my illusions of silence...

I will always be dead to your kind
I shall not fall into this night