"And men, with his pride, had God created
after His own image and likeness."
Walk alone
it leads us to despair
the cuts on my arms
the constant cold
dipping the skin in a loving slime
remember where you come from

Hope is a trap
Blinding mist of illusions
Amen

Bringing for a minute a glimpse of eternity
that we would stretch over the whole time
the cuts on my arms
i scrape off the skin's crust
is there something that shakes the mirror?
remember where you come from

Hope is a trap
Blinding mist of illusions
Amen