All their truths have been broken

The fundament was built on barren soil

The mist is clearing

Morning light's breaking through the cracks

It's getting apparent;

The landscape has changed

The color has faded

My smile is slowly failing

We're out of justice

My smile is slowly failing

Their faces are blurred beyond recognition

It seems as if all their bodies have been eviscerated

No emotion

There is no motion

The mouse-wheel stopped long ago

There is no motion

My body is driеd out

All my joints have corroded

My legs arе worn out:

Ruptured, surtured, ruptured again and again

The wounds dig deep

What is this feeling inside?

It crept up on me, slowly

Out of nowhere it came:

A sensation not of the flesh but of the mind

What am I to make out of this when all I hear are lies

All their truths...

A change in plans

A change of heart

Leading me up to a new path

The path of pain

The path of suffering

A path so dark and cold

I take my time

A breath of ice

A final look in the mirror to

Separate the mind from the I

I dress up, clean my hands and cover my face

A veil of hatred to mask my impurity

I clutch my hands and feel the power growing

It's unstained

It's sharp;

Ready to be put to work in a frenzy