I can't comprehend silhouettes in size
 The trunks age right before my eyes
 I'm lost, what can I do
 Unfamiliar shapes and hues

 The terror eats at my mind
 I can't escape this feeling

 It feels my flesh should flake away
 Like petals from the roses
 Like leaves from the trees

 Is it just my mind or is it something more
 The frost cuts through my feet like shards of ice

 I can't help but fear myself
 Is something out to get me

 [Dave Simonich of Signs of the Swarm:
 Tormented by these delusions
 I can't help but to fear myself
 My mind at harvest
 Like the wilted rose

 Bound to this desolation
 True decay, true pain
 Death release this hell
 Fearing what I am, I fear myself

 Tormented by these foul delusions
 I can't help but to fear myself
 Like the wilted rose
 Bound to this desolation
 True decay, true pain
 I've come to fear myself