Vestibule of Hell - Voices From The Fuselage

Seething with a hunger only you can fill

I am the specimen you bend to your will

You pertain to everything I despise and it shows

My body burns and throes

This love I yearn for, is hard to see

Though trails of smoke and enkindled trees

I have to be free…

You suspect

You suspect

You suspect…

But I know

Just how it feels to be pushed aside

And I know

Just how many demons still reside

I’m alone, all alone, in every essence bar my mind

My little ventricle of light

I know…

Place me in containment, away from harm

All but yours, I long for calm

I pertain to everything you detest and it shows

The light will swell and grow

This world I cling to, is history

Through walls of bodies and apathy

I need some relief…

You suspect

You suspect

You suspect…

But I know

Just how it feels to be pushed aside

And I know

Just how many demons still reside

I’m alone, all alone, in every essence bar my mind

My little ventricle of light

I know

Just how it feels to be locked away

And I know

How you wish my ailment falls astray

I’m overthrown, overthrown by something I cannot quell

My little vestibule of hell

I know