The apparition of two faces in disgust 
Invisible but yet so clear 
Reflections seen by a fugitive 
Trying to escape the looking glass  [bad word] from open wounds of false flesh 
The one in front of the mirror exceeds the image 
Eager to leave further but chained still 

To [bad word] into such nothingness 
despairing fate, for your lies 
To pretend is the lunatic's legacy 
Privileged to bolt the nails of heresy 

Born lifeless into a world [bad word] 
As the chronic sufferer trapped in paradise lost 
Missing insinuations of what life was meant to be 
Angels and demons, a march man's bewildering hosts 
 [bad word] ] 
The charlatans and deceivers walk the line in prejudice 
The narrow slits the veins in search for the crown 
Profound impatience makes the blind [bad word] in stupidity 
The paradox of the daily prayer, diffidence is Confiteor 
Phenomena of ironies, cast the litany aside 
How intelligible, blessed be the forgetful 

Holding the banner high, unrestrained 
Slowly abandoning the surface in contempt 
Still in costumes to please the ways of living 
Witnessing the details of defilement, intoxicating 

Make sure to be pleased with the ways of your death 
For in days of reckoning and when the twilight torn is ticking 
Elysium is halfway and as an answer to the plea 
You're destined to yield fragments of [bad word] in return 

Leave unnoticed with the perfect conscience 
With the strength of the spiritual eye 
Spirits of the token unchained and free 
Recover from the philanthropic macabre frenzy 
The pale dove grins, black at heart ready to flee 
Demon to some, angel to others