Текст песни Melancholia

Monument, unsculpted Melancholia Masterpiece, abandoned Melancholia Numb limbs guide the pen struggling to name this place I could never see before A monument, unsculpted Vision stirs inside, always find my ink runs dry Or am I going blind again? Masterpiece, abandoned Don’t stir Don’t speak Don’t breathe Don’t think Am I not made to co-create, generate? With frozen tongue, I stagnate Without my voice, can’t purify, exorcise Sorrow wakes, fear arrives Adrift An architect with aching hands and failing sight Builds a prison in his own mind Believing himself buried within a sarcophagus of his own design It materialized No lock, no key I could be free By sheer will I free myself I devour my own melancholia Savor the daze of melancholia Exalt the beauty in melancholia Exit myself through melancholia I devour my own melancholia Diving deeper into melancholia Offer up a prayer to melancholia I have mastered my melancholia