Hauling these veils, thorn in the tales,
sick of this garbage of trick
Smother the skies, undo the ties,
suppress the intense mental crick
Set the abyss inside human being -
pure pestilence - you must be able to recycle it

The river waters got to have its way - the will has snuff
Catalyst the truth buried in static soil

My vision?s stolen by deceive
Contest the engaged lines - the pedal has followed there
Iconoclast your odin to the very wrong side, to the paradise
Counterfeit paradise you have been waiting for

Blessed be the empty,
blessed be the hollow, blessed be the vain
Conceal and lay among slaved eyes -
down in sunk - a greater heart to feed
For the better you try to make it the more the holy is profane
Censors may be in shade, but does not sleep
Nevermore the shade is based on you
A bitterness of worst kind
The man I was before is just fading into a walking-dead proof

Principles of dawn unheard
Oh, just frail as home
The house of heartless

And here I stand to bruise myself
Growing torpid though I wanted to break the spell
Face to face with deliverance
And you?re losing sight for dispelling glints
Counterfeit paradigm - burying the beast alive

Agony?s forged, fear?s what you?ve gained
Failure?s up to rage against faith
Fearing cold as silence fears fuss
Not afraid of fire, the waterhouse burns