A closed circle...
Cabinet of trapped horrors
The regime of euthanasia behind iron doors
Without a sense of perspective and direction
All-seeing facets mark my steps
When the Iron Night descends
and all roads lead to the void
When every blind corner hides an enemy
and the paralyzed multitudes resort to impotence
From the mover's stage
made an object
for sadistic, cold consideration
Casket souls, the staged reality
Waiting for the final carpet drop
Life's diametric opposite
stands before me clearly, as in a revelation
Sprung from an inner singularity
Murderous and Brilliant
When the fences are broken, and the hand takes over the will< br/>and the knife gets stuck in your life
When I see the battle to the death in your eyes
we are no longer strangers, you and I
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A closed circle...
Cabinet of confined fears
Regime of Euthanasia behind iron barred doors
Without sense for perspective and direction
All-seeing facets are tracing my steps
When the Iron Night falls over
and all roads lead to void
When each dead angle conceals an enemy
and the paralyzed flocks grasp for despair
From the prime mover's theatre
subjected to
sadistic, cold analysis
Shallow souls, the staged reality
On hold till the final curtain falls
The diametrical opposite of life
stands clear to me, as in a revelation
Sprung out from an inner singularity
Murderous and Brilliant
When the barricades breach,
as the hand takes over the will
and the knife jams into your life
When I see the Death Struggle in your eyes
are we no longer strangers, you and I

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