Verge - Imprisoned

Imprisoned & Hypothermic I am the silent speaker and a witness to all decadence unconsciously of me but with my power man rose and fell cold crystal walls, icy surfaces of glass. seal me from outer meanings from loathsome sentimentality sought was the watcher but not seen slain was reality instead of it's great slayer no funeral for the great sacrifice no meaning, no remembrance from my icy tomb I pass into the moonlight region