Distant Visitant Songtext
von Totem Skin

I built this armour to keep it inside
A vessel, a mask, bewildered, awry
And beneath, it grows, like weeds among stones
Bearing a cross, a crown made of thorns

Not a word shall be uttered
A life forfeit, left in the gutter

Self-loathing thoughts on repeat,
forever narcissistic


Unvoiced! it has taken its place
Lifeless! a grievous embrace
Enraged! a quenchless hate

It has taken its place

Bearing a cross
And a Crown made of thorns

I wear this mask
That my face (have) grown to fit

Winded and worn
I'll find rest when I'm dead


Self-loathing
thoughts on repeat
forever
narcissistic