I can cope with stages
Rising wingless foe beneath from yonder pit
Releasing pressures from the skull in the form of tourniquet
Pa**e mesmerized in stages and from terror
Of the calling I crawled to see
Releasing pressure from the skull the sarx in apathy
Clothed in confusion clawing out for peaceful means
I can cope with ages
Where and when the voices cry I cannot tell
Attempting feats of vanity for the price of a silent night
For the price of a noble knight
Cliche touch of heart in cages
So take this mask the crimson faceless from my hands
They come in numbers after all to play the secret games
And to hide behind the names
Clothed in confusion clawing out for peaceful means
With a crimson face disgraced by secret names and childhood games
Tales of croatian sacrifices opal eyes, don't fantasize
Aloud but alone in sultry places...
In sultry places...