Testo di 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