All Apologies! Testo

Here I am clad in habit hidden king in a frail appareance involved in a maelstrom of continous 'n' invisible ardour glass beetween you and the mirror victim 'n executioner of myself incomprehensible occult mistery the eyes that look at me from the other side of my own world how could I break trough if I first don't break trough me? How many other chords I've to crash before I'll lye in a bed of stars? Me,cloud without sky what should I pray to have you never feel the same what have you do? I feel not true I've lost my words in a labyrinth of thoughts clouds (that) are on me makes breathless scream in vain what you think of me? All apologies!