Reality's a curtain
A mirrored surface
Concealing what's beneath us
The pain we feel (Feel)
Each waking moment (Moment)
A tithe for nothing (Nothing)
Divine what's really there
Hermetic corners of lonely blackness
Corridors of perfected agony
A hundred dead ends (Ends)
A thousand dead friends (Friends)
I hear their howling (Howling)
I hear them weeping (Weeping)

Hundred dead ends
Thousand dead friends
Severed ties
Beloved lies

Doors of agony
Fear unwritten

Doors to mental agony
Fear that is unwritten
Void of opportunity
A ravaged fucking schism