Feigned   The image of a world unfolds   Deluded, but divine   It sees us mocking gifted grace   A stolen self   Will not succumb      See your face in the mirror   It's your image on a face of another   See your principles   Constantly wither   What is this will but a riddle?      In splendor    We were born again   Renewed and whole,    A chance reborn   Sustenance    We've found   Yet we tear it from our minds      So find a way through these foes   With your tears   Scattered around the wound   It scares us not,   This path's design   Run these demons gone amok      Astray