Birth - Fiendish Figuration

Exposed with hands as empty

as the opposite space,

crawling we move

to where the final station lies,

to whom is the debt

that we are forced to pay...?

Real forces dare to appear only

when we turn away,

truth reveals itself

Reveal yourself!

A face ordained to hypocrites,

we know the masks,

their artificial smiles,

"Mind's black eyes should break the lies!"

Distorted pictures are all

transparent to us,

phantasmagoria... such a useful weapon,

ineffectual against us, enemies,

with the knowledge of truth...

...truth makes me sick,

what a wretched play!

Paralyezed by flesh and bones,

condemned to vegetate,

condemned to stay alone

Helplessy we are escaping,

we're dinging to..

. stranded ashore,

"Oh, beloved infamous side!"

Our distress in perfections,

trials and tribulation,

preferring our pain,

we'll stay and die...