Look, it's the work of a madman
A soul too distinct to fence off intruders
Even though they reek of paranoia
When trembling on my doorstep
Loveless beyond these borders
We must seek
Through guilt and fake matters
On board sinking ships with black flags
My drowsy stuffed up ego gets a beating
As the mind is set free
Into the loss of all things
Renewal, impermanently assembled
Behind closed doors
Deciphering a crown made of barbed wire
Listen, king of pain and disfigured self portraits
Hear my chanting drone
I am without you
I am without
I am
Renewal, impermanently assembled
Behind closed doors
Deciphering a crown made of barbed wire
Listen, king of pain and disfigured self portraits
Loveless beyond these borders
We must seek
Through guilt and fake matters
On board sinking ships with black flags
Clutching my inner spark
And realizes what is real to me
I lose my soul
The entity of me ...
... is free ...