Speak And break this bitter silence Shatter this fragile glass With the resonance Of this voice Not mine, not mine Lie, lie And hide this painful truth Tear, tear the cold reality The, the reptile's tongue With many voices Scream, scream, scream You, who steals Who steals my sight And clouds my thoughts And clouds my thoughts Already so blurred Already so blurred By you I am By you I am possessed Alas, my heart harbours two souls, And a third face I wear on the outside Was I morose, grim and sombre Invisible, miserable, undetectable Nothing ...Or even less You Who sit upon a throne In the ruin of my soul I make myself Dreadful icons To worship To worship Scream To awake the demons of lunacy Of lunacy The beast in my blood The beast in my blood Was I morose, grim and sombre Invisible, miserable, undetectable Nothing ...Or even less Was I morose, grim and sombre Invisible, miserable, undetectable Nothing ...Or even less Was I morose, grim and sombre Invisible, miserable, undetectable Nothing ...Or even less