Behind such a dream, I look in with tempt
Overflowing on the world which is yours
Can there be truly any contempt

The holy sanction that sees
Everyone that could carry their disease
Fearing the crowd, you shut your mind
No one could know, feeling only snow

In and out come through the locks
buzzing around, their like the evil hawks
clamping in, they clench thier claws
Finnally hearing, it makes you burn

Go Away, you desperately yearn
closed mind makes a suffering soul
heart turns black, like that of coal.