| Lyrics: | If eyes are the mirror of the soul
You will find in my the scorn and apathy
You will read
my hatred as in a curs'd book
You will see yourself as I see you
It is a mirror
sombre and opaque
Which protects me, which stifles me
A great ditch around the
heart
Which rejects, which estranges me
There is a world in my head
A dead
world where nothing lives
And it is there I am, too far,
Far too far to be
rejoined
A crown of thorns is still a crown
I am a king in a kingdom of
suffering
I have taken my time to reach this stage
I have taken pains to torture
myself
To descend, to descend
Into pain, I exist
And I my brain is numbed
The
thorn in my flesh
Can overcome apathy
There is glory in humiliation
A throne to
be taken, a crown to win
I have no more tears,
And my smile has lost its
brilliance
I have forgotten who I was,
I have killed my emotions
Crushed, empty,
weary,
Always standing, I am a tree
Awaiting the lightning |
