Stillborn Knowledge
by White Ward
From the album: Futility Report
Duration: 8:06
Lyrics for Stillborn Knowledge
Silent hell within my mind I'm deep in thought since I was born Lethargic vigil fills my dreams I hear echoes of those who mourn Mirrors are covered with snow-white sheets Dismal whispers hide in the corners What are you doing? Is this a game? Why do you treat me like a goner? In single file they come to me Mumble something, rub their eyes Voices too low, faces too grim I just can't get what are you trying to tell me I have stopped dead in the middle of motion I am the rock in the centre of mountain stream My stillborn knowledge disinfects your sympathy