I walked my path in isolation
I lived lioke slave, but I’m dying free
In the world of illusions
For years I’ve passed through mirror walls
Sunset at my funeral
Reminds me whom I once really was
Shivering cold fingers
Stainded with the red of innocent blood
I’m still making a rod for my own back
For veins I have never cut
Smile to me, my sorrow
Smile with me, my hate
I’ve seached for protection but it’s too late
Now who can protect me from my own fate?
Illusive reflections of the existence
Wicked games of twisted mind