Before my eyes a dark blue sky. The mortal ones they drown in lies. Hate in a new shape. Within the flames a new breed walkes. Fetus of hate. Possession, fate. Our apathy has been punctured by those. We've been consumed by a firestorm. Saviour, we call upon thee. Born in an illusion of yours I'm what you supress, try to forget. Now I have arrived to let you feel what is rightfully yours. You are to me like an open book, On page one you will find a human sacrifice. This you call life. Just an illusion of mine. This you call life. It equals a handfull of pathetic lies.