Memories Are Haunted Places (Birth - Fiendish Figuration, Vers.)
Exposed with hands as empty as the opposite space, Crawlingly we move to where the final station lies. To whom is the debt that we are, we are forced to pay? Real faces dare to appear only when we turn away, Truth reveals itself - reveal yourself!
A face ordained to hypocrites, We know the masks, their artificial smiles. Mind's black eyes should break the lies.
Distorted pictures are all transparent to us; Phantasmagoria, such a useful weapon, Ineffectual against us... Enemies with the knowledge of truth... ...Truth makes me sick, What a wretched play!
Paralysed by flesh and bones, Condemned to vegetate, Condemned to stay alone. Helplessly we are escaping, we're clinging to... Stranded ashore... Oh, beloved infamous side! Our distress in perfection, trials and tribulations. Preferring our pain we stay and die...