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