Leave me be, I grow tired of all your lies and false accusations
My only consolation... Painful, yet relishing a melody of relief, these voices wage wars in my mind
I retire from this world and embrace silence to rest my weary head and escape modern life

Oh the beauty of a realm with eternal peace

Leave me be, I grow tired of all your lies and false accusations
My only consolation... The beast that grows inside of me, the beast is solitude

Deep, dark, death-like solitude
The mist will settle on still water
GO!
I won't let this go!
I won't let this go!

Oh the beauty of a realm with eternal peace where the silence comforts his heart
In this life there are answers buried deep within yourself.