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.