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 some, angel to others