Is this the reflection of myself? Suffering from little unsatisfied desires If your mind makes ugliness of the past Does she consider me a means to her end? Or does she not do that at all? I'm losing faith, Her tentacles drag me down Into the depths / abyss, Resigned, I don't do nothing to stop it The poison of her suckers comfort me, Nobody can imagine what I can feel Disappointment, love, fear, catharsis Loss, indeed everyone who might try it No one will burn the veil of Maya Impossible to turn back. I would rather live a lie. I have lost faith, I found a new religion My suffering body will not suffer anymore My mouth in the mirror says: Amen, Amen, Amen.