A sickening sermon held with the mirror’s gaze Without flesh to offer, without will to save Now deceit’s reflection, glares back with lying eyes and recites the lie that brought this corpse to life And I must deny myself all life’s pleasures For in this denial I have found sick perfection
Now I beg to serve the night in the blazing curse of the dawn To shatter the mirror and see what lies beyond With frozen fear and guilt to feed the sightless wisdom That I held near, as close as any fucking coffin And I must deny myself all life’s pleasures For in this denial I have found sick perfection Now I beg to serve the night in the blazing curse of dawn To shatter the mirror and see what lies beyond
[Lead Theme: Nick]
A reflection of disease, a twisted vision of deceit With one last breath to tell the tale Of failures conquest, of shattered spells Embrace the knowledge, embrace the sickness Elegant yet perverse, I’m in the clutches of vanity’s curse