The mirror gives my reflection.
The reflection of a broken man.
His eyes of sleepless nights.
His face long and pale.
His head looks like a skull.
A skull with dry eyes.
Eyes who doesn't know
what the fuck is happening to him.
I'm slowly turning into a beast.
This is caused by something in my head.
It's thoughts are grabbing at my brain
and the are pulling me down into insanity.
Feeling a pain crossing my brain.
Dark endless thoughts are revealing for me.
Resisting against the thing.
Not losing the way of truth.
I'm slowly turning into a beast.
This is caused by something in my head.
It's thoughts are grabbing at my brain
and the are pulling me down into insanity
One day it will win.
My hart will be frozen.
My soul will be lost.
It wil be my execution when I fall.