Look at me, my eyes are empty Look inside yourself, your heart is cold Run away from this never-ending vanishing Point of self –projection, hear my dying call
Cold of heart`s feeling`s sharp, razor-sharp fervency, Agony of moment is rising freely, Stay deaf and blind in the world of utter inconsistency and filth Where I`m all alone. Can you hear my dying call?
R: Dabble reflection by mental force. Some of thoughts come to life Some of them may open a door, Spoken out and pierce like a knife
Tree of life is growing high, Reforming psychic configuration Focal points of its immanent rise Are visible through your deep concentration
Wide open bleeding mouth Chokes on a tasteless fruit Die Spiegelfeinden kommen aus. Your mirror enemies reveal the truth
Flow into reflecting mirror, bifurcate yourself in two Twisted vision`s coming clearer, polarized and unified go through…
Incarnated isolation, sanity is castaway, In perspective of damnation you return and go astray Emotional perplexity, physical disgust, Intelligence atrocity, mind is overcast
Drawings on the wall splattered like blood You`re eating your palette scattered and smashed Sick curiosity demands investigation Twinkling of the purity behind abomination
Behind the scene of human complacency Lies broken image of unreflected existence Under the guise of common consistency Hides the strength of rejected persistence
Sun is dying overshadowed by your ignorant neglect World is like a withered flower, faded novelty on its comeback Drowning deeper in a sea of death / you`re a weeper-twin, waiting for your final breath
Look at me, my eyes are empty Look inside yourself, your heart is cold Run away from this Point of self –projection, hear my dying call