"Each day that pa**es I feel stuck in the past A new version of yesterday is my present A reflexion in a broken mirror" Everything stays the same in this picture painted with strokes of uncertainty What is real, what does it mean to be heard when your mind can't discern your own words? Senseless and blindfolded is the way to survive in this mirage that we call life Your mind is a burden, your heart is a lie Your face is just a part of this disguise Just a mask, just an illusion When reason fades, your sanity fades away Madness within you, the light of despair Shall shine on your path of enslavement Crucified on the altar of lies A fitting end to your wasted life Just a mask, just an illusion My sanity's fading My will is unbending My body is rotting inside The mirror is breaking Inside he is shaking The ending is claiming His wilting, worn-out life