Doors to Mental Agony کے بول

Reality's a curtain A mirrored surface Concealing what's beneath us The pain we feel Each waking moment A tithe for nothing Divine what's really there Hermetic corners of lonely blackness Corridors of perfected agony A hundred dead ends A thousand dead friends I hear their howling I hear them weeping Hundred dead ends Thousand dead friends Severed ties Beloved lies Doors of agony Fear unwritten Doors to mental agony Fear that is unwritten Void of opportunity A ravaged fucking schism