Текст песни Book of Dust - Ghostfire

Welcome to endless hell on earth
All means of torture find their birth
There is no way to make it real
No drug on earth can make it heal
Won't find it there, won't find it anywhere
Can't lay it bare, too dark and dread to share...

And seconds stretch and hours bend
Like desert days that have no end
Mirages always end in dust
And every gambler goes bust
Won't find it there, won't find it anywhere
Where are the words? They scatter like the birds...

This is the doorway to the grave
Nobody states the things they crave
Nobody speaks the things they feel
The desolation's close and real
Won't find it there, won't find it anywhere
These cracked delights, they tear just like a knife...