Lyrics

Verse 1

Look at yourself you are a mirror’s dream, walks with head up high calling a dead God
Master of disguise you see me coming, you better run and hide or leap and fly
Catch the mist and follow the dead to the plastic world and drift in modern sleep
The ancient one will return and purify your heart and burn your man made soul
The devil inside can set you free just learn his words and follow the fire

Chorus 1

I am the killer of your inner guilt a pointless pawn, the blight in your eyes
A mindless child born into a world of bitter tasting dreams and lullabies
I am the killer of your vanity the flesh redeemer and God deceiver
Follow the wolf and remember the child with a dreadful heart for it is your time

Verse 2

Look in yourself your are a parody of the God machine, divine conformity
Whither in time you sell your life for an eternal moment in paradise

Chorus 2

I am the killer of your inner guilt a pointless pawn, the blight in your eyes
A mindless child born into a world of bitter tasting dreams and lullabies
I am the killer of your vanity the flesh redeemer and God deceiver
Follow the wolf and remember the child with a dreadful heart for it is your time

Verse 3

Look at yourself you are a mirror’s dream, walks with head up high calling a dead God
Master of disguise you see me coming you better run and hide or leap and fly
Play the game and follow the dead to the plastic world and prance with the modern sheep
The burning inside will set you free worship him and walk in the fire

Chorus 3

I am the killer of your inner guilt; a pointless pawn, the blight in your eyes
A mindless child born into a world of bitter tasting dreams and deadly lullabies
I am the killer of your vanity, the flesh redeemer and God deceiver
Follow the wolf and remember the child with a dreadful heart for it is your time

Bridge 1

Why thou so blind? Dwelleth so passionately in the path of the fool
The Celestial beast maketh me drown
By fear of my own shadow, and the calm of night
I have foretold the last of noble men the last of the pure

In quintessence believeth he comes from the sky
Through plague bringeth his master’s disguise
Battle thee for he is the end of time
Bless be the dying; the story yet untold
The devil and the maiden have too long been denied
The virgin whore, the bastard son has tainted the world
It is so written that he is to save our souls
I will not go, I will resist, to die unto nothingness

Last words

I have fallen into nothingness...

END