• In the air I hang:
    Supported or strung more or less to the emotions of others.
    Ropes, strings, hooks, and belts of curiosity, deceit, and promises.
    Vision completely covered by lies. A facade never gone.

    In silence I sang:
    To be false names and relations, saviour, lover, brother.
    Pain raptures my body only cause your words are worthless.
    The lies we share whisper to me. What the hell is wrong?

    The blade rang:
    Beads of sweat down my body as I cried, Mother.
    Blame pierces my chest as the silver relieves my capture.
    My eyes open to the beauty of a song.

    Your a lie, I am a lie, We are all lies.
    We breed, We bleed, We die.
    Don't you realize you will always be your worst enemy?
    My words are not truth and my support is false.
    I am you, you are me.
    Stop asking damnit! just see!