Paroles de Acedia

My words spill onto the floor They lose their taste when they're lukewarm The don't mean a thing I've sunk into the room and Lost heat and the dead air in I don't feel a thing In apathetic torpor I'm lost in quiet torture I can't feel a thing I watch the future unfold Plans and emotions seem futile It wouldn't change a thing I couldn't name the demon The noonday sloth that creeps in Into the abbott's mind Exaggerating time There's danger in passivity The lion pounced and swallowed me Trapped behind the teeth Of foul acedia From the end of The earth I call My heart is faint With no more strength Bring my soul out Of this prison And then I shall Praise your name