No Crowd Will Be Mine Lyrics

I don't even try to listen to the chant of sirens
I'm just staring at the mourning of my world
Their (sic) will be no farewell
I belong to silence
I'm tired of conviction
I'm sick of the paradox

I'm letting the bitterness swarm in my life
I'm trying to let this bottle push it back

And I'm yearning, yearning,
And I'm yearning for change

I'm dreaming about the fall of the world all around

The images I'm seeing are as acrid
As the piece of human nature rejected by my throat
And I'm yearning, yearning,
And I'm yearning for pain

I'd like to see the curtain in flames,
And the fear in your eyes

And my fingers are bleeding on this rotten world
And I cover the world with a dark shroud of noise
Saturated with anger, bitterness, and smoke
I feel like I'm squeezing the voices of "reason"
The "preachers", the apostles of universal truth
Their condescension hiding emptiness
And I enjoy to see their eyes injected with fear

And I'm staring at certainty
Sinking into hysteria

No crowd will be mine
The words fill the holes
The arrogance hides the void
Altruism is pollution