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 Already 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
