Frameshift-mutating vengeance throughout this dying time
 Tragedies exalted, elegies are no crime
 A silver-glass-projection - of ideology
 A fever-caused injection - of stupidity

 What if I chose to cease all killing style?
 Drowning faith at death's door for a while
 Beyond this bitter option
 There's no salvation now

 With a smile...

 Contempt of spawning sorrow, but in the end it's fear
 Conspiracies implanted, everything's so near
 Exploring unknown regions, never seen before
 Entangled here in after, tormented to the core

 Seeing...the unseen
 Hearing...the unheard

 Regain access to the tree of life
 Your first choice into another future
 An enigma of shadows
 A legacy of shame
 A mirror of night's glamour
 An infernal horde of pain

 I am the pain inside when our feelings collide
 In all redemption
 In all rejection