It hurts to see the well of purity drying out And no reflection seems to follow The works undone when all is gazed and sent to none The trigger of turmoil takes a bow For you, I kill for, I die for For you, supreme forgery Obedience forsaken disordered at birth Controlled termination resembled as magic Seven times, seven keys, seven signs on which it feeds For you, I kill for, I die for For you, supreme forgery For you, I kill for, I die for For you, supreme forgery Why does it bring as a poison for the soul And the fantasy remains As a question for the soul And the fantasy remains As a poison for the soul And the fantasy remains As a question for the soul They die for Missiles with murder fly over green as sacred cows And no reflection seems to follow In the eyes of twilight at stilling terrified A mindstorm rages then dies For you, I kill you, I die for For you, supreme forgery For you, I kill for, I die for For you, supreme forgery Why does it bring as a poison for the soul And the fantasy remains AS a question for the soul And the fantasy remains As a poison for the soul And the fantasy remains As a question for the soul They die for