Broken bones and melted skin You're teasing me bitch Pleasing my eyes Do you recall. Do you recall, the pitiful life Searching for answers, skimming the lies (Now) lying before me, the truth is clear: Only escape is passing the gate. My hate - your faith, the truth is dead You're my creation, my passion, my urge Fulfilling my dreams, my sick twisted needs Burning and bleeding (and) screaming my name A visual trophy, a living remain Endless suffering... eternal decay. The tale of the light never ends The perfect creature that has never been seen So what is the color of my mind? Masters of old. You burned my temple. Wounds wide open. Blood of the dead never gets cold.