Xasthur
Masquerade Of Incisions
Your pride (bloodstained mask) is a fucking lie
Here it will be denied as I've watched you... fail
I will give you the gift of guilt when you have failure to answer to
Inner sanctum lost, overthrown by an evil that was too real to be untrue...
I was the surveillance on the mirrors other side, hidden in your mind
Reflecting the lies of life once forgotten and denied
Fear behind your rage, it's all that I can see
Not forgetting to exploit your mortality
Whispers chant from the depths of nowhere...
Sleep forever if you wish to be a dreamer
Is your fear of death a reason for this waste of life?
A blade (of insignificance) which hasn't killed
Has only made you weaker. I chisel your grave
Written in life's defects...
It will not be vague, written with all regrets
To kill the pain, cut twice as deep
Life was (a memory) in vain, nightmare's the final sleep
A re-created shadow of the fallen self-haunting
With an emptiness beyond the dark
To leave you with some basic incisions before leaving earth...