Speak… Was I morose
and break this bitter silence… grin and sombre
shatter this fragile glas… I was invisible
with the resonance… miserable
of this voice… undetectable
not mine… nothing
…or even less
Lie
And hide this painful truth… you
tear the cold reality… who sit upon a throne
the reptile’s tongue… in the ruin of my soul
with many voices… I make myself
scream… dreadful icons
you… to worship
who steal my sight… scream
and cloud my thoughts… to awake the demons
allready so blurred… of lunacy
by you I am possesed… the beast in my blood
Alas, my heart harbours
two souls
and a thied face I wear on the outside