Exposed with hands as empty
as the opposite space,
crawling we move to where the final station lies,
to whom is the debt that we are forced to pay...?
Real forces 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!
Paralyzed by flesh and bones, condemned to vegetate, condemned to stay alone
Helplessy we are escaping, we're dinging to...
stranded ashore, "Oh, beloved infamous side!"
Our distress in perfections, trials and tribulation,
preferring our pain, we'll stay and die...