I shattered all the mirrors, fearfully hoping That they won't be able to remember my face. Darkest of all light, most greedy to embrace, Surrounded by demons and breathing in life.
I don't want to be a perverted temple of my Lord... Though his hands I am, I have forgotten How to hear or understand his words...
Between the tides the time seems endlessly, The force of habit or whatever pulled me back Into a well-known pain. What uses the knowledge of my progressions When the old world is gone? Without a new \"inside\", with my new-found life, I am homeless again...
I don't want to be a perverted temple of my Lord. Through his flesh I am, I have forgotten How to hear or understand his words... I am falling down, back to the lowest spheres...
Do you know my name? Did you answer? I just cannot hear... I just cannot hear...