[ar: Sopor 脝ternus & the Ensemble of Shadows]
[al: Ich Tote Mich...]
[ti: Birth Fiendish Figuration]
[re: LRC Editor - Android app]
[ve: Version 2.2.3]
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[02:26.25]Exposed with hands as empty
[02:28.66]as the opposite space
[02:30.47]crawling we move to where
[02:33.26]where the final station lies
[02:34.80]to whom is the debt that we are
[02:37.35]we are forced to pay
[02:39.35]Real forces dare to appear
[02:41.37]only when we turn away
[02:43.56]truth reveals itself
[02:46.62]Reveal yourself!
[02:52.48]A face ordained to hypocrites
[02:54.42]we know the masks
[02:55.58]their artificial smiles
[02:56.98]"Mind's black eyes should break the lies!"
[03:01.27]Distorted pictures are all
[03:03.94]transparent to us
[03:05.81]phantasmagoria
[03:08.10]such a useful weapon
[03:09.55]ineffectual against us
[03:12.04]enemies with the knowledge of...
[03:13.72]...truth makes me sick
[03:16.38]what a wretched play we play
[03:18.08]Paralyezed by flesh and bones
[03:22.37]condemned to vegetate
[03:24.80]condemned to stay alone
[03:27.26]Helplessy we are escaping
[03:29.22]we're dinging to
[03:30.70]stranded ashore
[03:32.23]"Oh, beloved infamous side!"
[03:35.01]Our distress in perfections
[03:37.60]trials and tribulation
[03:39.08]preferring our pain
[03:40.64]we'll stay and die