Speak... Was I morose
And break this bitter silence... grin and sombre
Shatter this fragile glas... I was invisible
With the resonance... miserable
Of this voice... undetectable
Not mine... nothing
...or even less
Lie
And hide this painful truth... you
Tear the cold reality... who sit upon a throne
The reptile's tongue... in the ruin of my soul
With many voices... I make myself
Scream... dreadful icons
You... to worship
Who steal my sight... scream
And cloud my thoughts... to awake the demons
Allready so blurred... of lunacy
By you I am possesed... the beast in my blood
Alas, my heart harbours
Two souls
And a thied face I wear on the outside