Exposed with hands as empty
as the opposite space
crawling we move to where
where the final station lies
to whom is the debt that we are
we are forced to pay
Real forces dare to appear
only when we turn away
truth reveals itself
Reveal yourself!
A face ordained to hypocrites
we know the masks
their artificial smiles
"Mind's black eyes should break the lies!"
Distorted pictures are all
transparent to us
phantasmagoria
such a useful weapon
ineffectual against us
enemies with the knowledge of...
...truth makes me sick
what a wretched play we play
Paralyezed by flesh and bones
condemned to vegetate
condemned to stay alone
Helplessy we are escaping
we're dinging to
stranded ashore
"Oh, beloved infamous side!"
Our distress in perfections
trials and tribulation
preferring our pain
we'll stay and die