Fargile, this world that was created for me Corroding inside, leaving me numb and broken, broken These dreams, I yearn for, are not what they seem to be
Will I see another day rise? Will I fall in another dream, once again? Fragile, this world that was created for me
No, not for you! By you! You can't control your own creation but still you yearn for absolution...
Deposed, degraded, back in filth again Drown in the everlasting shame Dethroned, stripping of the diginity My gods, why are you cursing me?
Let me wear the crown!
Accept my sacrifice, and absolve me... Or was I doomed to find out my own mortality?