Look at me, my eyes are empty
Look inside yourself, your heart is [bad word] away from this never-ending vanishing
Point of self –projection, hear my dying call

Cold of heart`s feeling`s sharp, razor-sharp fervency,
Agony of moment is rising freely,
Stay deaf and blind in the world of utter inconsistency and filth
Where I`m all alone. Can you hear my dying call?

R: Dabble reflection by mental force.
Some of [bad word] to life
Some of them may open a door,
Spoken out and pierce like a knife

Tree of life is growing high,
Reforming psychic configuration
Focal points of its immanent rise
Are visible through your deep concentration

Wide open bleeding mouth
Chokes on a tasteless [bad word] Die Spiegelfeinden kommen aus.
Your mirror enemies reveal the [bad word] 
Flow into reflecting mirror,
bifurcate yourself in two
Twisted [bad word] clearer,
polarized and unified go through…

Incarnated isolation, sanity is castaway,
In perspective of damnation you return and go astray
Emotional perplexity, physical disgust,
Intelligence atrocity, mind is overcast

Drawings on the wall splattered like blood
You`re eating your palette scattered and smashed
Sick curiosity demands investigation
Twinkling of the purity behind abomination

Behind the scene of [bad word] Lies broken image of unreflected existence
Under the guise [bad word] consistency
Hides the strength of rejected persistence

Sun is dying overshadowed by your ignorant neglect
World is like a withered flower, faded novelty on [bad word] Drowning deeper in a sea of death / you`re a weeper-twin, waiting for your final breath

Look at me, my eyes are empty
Look inside yourself, your heart is [bad word] away from this
Point of self –projection, hear my dying call