December

(In the) Darkened shroud of morningSimplified in face and statureBlessing in the stormingSweetness of a subtle featureAlone and safe insideWithout worry, with out knowing who'sBeen cast asideTwisted down, escape to restI will writhe in my DecemberThese crafted understandingsSmother citadel defendingThey'll miss a motive is cast together(The) comfort, effort in the endAlone and safe insideWithout worryWho's been kept aliveWithout knowingI will writhe in my DecemberLearned, learned I love the air hereAnd I learned, learned I love the roar in my earsI satiate this urge of mine; I substitute the urge to hideAlone, alone and safe inside