Lyrics The 11th hour... - Bethlehem

I've descended to the depth of nihilism after
I transcended the highest level of spiritualism.
I've perfected all forms of insanity
Only to conquer the plateau of invisibility.
Darkness remains my only sight.
Reflections of every desolate night.
These abhorrent,
Sick perverse dreams I'm awakened by an unheard tones of screams.
Witness my sanity deteriorate to that of a sick wounded animal.
Isolation remains my only friend.
On desolation I shall forever depend.
Nothing to gain-Nothing remains-Alone I stand-Alone with
Nothing-Nothing to gain-Nothing remains-Nothing to gain.
To starve a hunger for loneliness -A neon
Black hole of nothingness-Nothing to gain.
A shadow reflected from the back of my mind.
A stain the walls of my room.
This scar has led me to my tomb.
The 11th hour the goats milk has soured.