All Is Not Self - Dodheimsgard

In the cold neurotic night

I can’t bring myself to tell you

I’m not who you thought I am

And I’d laugh until I died

I’m leading a quiet life

At an abandoned casino of nightmares

As if a stranger’s face

Came home to play

And I lost my way

Something is missing

All day long

The light leaves lines of panic on the vine

It doesn’t matter how hard you try

Wraiths astride tame tigers

We’re tied to altars in the sky

If an abstract shell

Of a man remains

I won’t be the same again