The apparition of two faces in disgust   Invisible but yet so clear   Reflections seen by a fugitive   Trying to escape the looking glass   Blood runs from open wounds of false flesh   The one in front of the mirror exceeds the image   Eager to leave further but chained still      To crumble into such nothingness   A despairing fate, for your lies   To pretend is the lunatic's legacy   Privileged to bolt the nails of heresy      Born lifeless into a world of coma   As the chronic sufferer trapped in paradise lost   Missing insinuations of what life was meant to be   Angels and demons, a march man's bewildering hosts      [chorus:]   The charlatans and deceivers walk the line in prejudice   The narrow slits the veins in search for the crown   Profound impatience makes the blind struggle in stupidity   The paradox of the daily prayer, diffidence is Confiteor   Phenomena of ironies, cast the litany aside   How intelligible, blessed be the forgetful      Holding the banner high, unrestrained   Slowly abandoning the surface in contempt   Still in costumes to please the ways of living   Witnessing the details of defilement, intoxicating      Make sure to be pleased with the ways of your death   For in days of reckoning and when the twilight torn is ticking   Elysium is halfway and as an answer to the plea   You're destined to yield fragments of Hell in return      Leave unnoticed with the perfect conscience   With the strength of the spiritual eye   Spirits of the token unchained and free   Recover from the philanthropic macabre frenzy   The pale dove grins, black at heart ready to flee   Demon to soul, angel to others