Lyrics Stillborn Knowledge - White Ward

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