Inside our bodies pale reflections Spectral shadows witness their contracts Congealed by the conjunctions We now see the distortion inside and beyond
Inscriptions of blood written by the sane Creations, which embrace the insane Life knows the truth of man's inheritance But denial confirms betrayal as truth
Dispatched by the conjunction Dispatched by the equal to man Dispatched by the conjunction Dispatched by the ghost of man
Enchained in a parallel between dimensions Our immaterialized bodies floats in between Entangled with faceless images from our past Now we can feel our sorrow against our demise
I am one with the soulshade
Disrupted in life by the unknown - the equal to man Disrupted in our dark silence - by the ghost of man
Obscurity is no longer dreams we cannot reach We're the secondary images of a higher presence A dislocation of the element in life itself Which has disrupt our souls in their silent journey
Dispatched by the conjunction Dispatched by the equal to man Dispatched by the conjunction Dispatched by the ghost of man
We cannot reach our dreams We cannot reach our sanity We're dispatched by insanity Written by the sane