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
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