Two-fold puppets stand in line Sentient gnomes with forfeit lives Ripped away from illusions of choice Pitch-forked demons with a muted voice It is the moment of truth Now that my soul is divided Spitting on my wounds to try and feed My crimson beast with shards of light It's like chasing the patterns of the blue waterfall When all of your dreams should be painted red Servitor, monochromatic race Two times blessed and two times cursed Living the details of someone's dream Two times dead and two times tricked Born again with both parts sick Faith, to divide the systems of god To dismantle his three-folded case Embrace both darkness and light Nature and wisdom alike Keep on, stand up and struggle Shatter the shadows Thoughts die inside Neuron feelings Orgasmic psychotron I am happy I am sad I am withered Chained behind Bathed in darkness Choked on light Far from heaven Hell inside