We are victims of dreams in our moment of truth

Like pawns of delusion marching onward confused

Illusions will die and love turn away

Who remembers the past with the rise of decay?



I prick all my fingers on the thorns of the beast

You undress me and kiss me as I hide in your sleep

Let petals of roses descend where I fall

As we dream of forever and the end of it all



(We are victims of fate in our second of life)

(Desperation is loyal as we doubt and confide)

(When life has renounced and faith has decayed)

(All the dreams that we dream will descend with today)



We are victims of worship in our trial of faith

Praise the mother of fiend-ship praise the father of hate

When the flowers have wilted with the last breath of prey

We imagine salvation and we murder today



Dedication and dreams are predestined to die

Falling gently to dust growing old and disguised

The words of my father still ring in my ears

Let the words of my murder be the last words you hear