Birth - Fiendish Figuration

Exposed with hands as empty
As the opposite space
Crawling we move
To where the final station lies
To whom is the debt
That we are forced to pay?
Real forces dare to appear only
When we turn away
Truth reveals itself
Reveal yourself!
A face ordained to hypocrites
We know the masks
Their artificial smiles
Mind's black eyes should break the lies!
Distorted pictures are all
Transparent to us
Phantasmagoria... Such a useful weapon
Ineffectual against us, enemies
With the knowledge of truth
Truth makes me sick
What a wretched play!

Paralyzed by flesh and bones
Condemned to vegetate
Condemned to stay alone

Helplessly we are escaping
We're dinging to
Stranded ashore
"Oh, beloved infamous side!"
Our distress in perfections
Trials and tribulation
Preferring our pain
We'll stay and die