كلمات I

Changing the direction of a pre-chosen path Avatar in exile Prefabricated in boundaries, to walk on broken glass Horns in the mirror-reflection As I saw, face lost As she crossed through her own wall As I see, the shadow of inner substance Leaking out to embrace you with my sinister grip You don't even sense the war-cry that I send out So you might as well stop talking about equality You don't read between my lines To understand this hell-bound duality Slowly crushing since you won't realize Or do you truly see but keep silent?