The Clandestine Ones

Losing your values and grace
 You see the world through your selfish, wasteful life
 Believe me, you'd be horrified at yourself
 If you saw this all from the outside
 Selling your identity
 The world is yours due to inhuman ideas
 It's always easier to drift with the tide
 You chose the dark mass, you will repent this
 Or not – it is your fault...
 Your real essence is slowly fading away
 In the difficult labyrinths of your reactions
 You aren't able to talk about feelings
 And so you became a confused creation
 Of God
 Take a trip around your dark thoughts
 You'll be scared of what you see
 Discover yourself again
 Explore the chambers, find the keys
 To your hidden fears!
 The cruel reality tears you apart
 You will sink into a sea of painful tears
 Can't hide the hard truth from your real self
 You're just a shade of your hypocrite dreams
 You are an ulcer
 Welcome to the darkest night of your soul
 Like blank puppets pulled on tight strings
 Feeding mindless destruction with your being
 You are controlled by your enemies
 This life is only a fake, painted scene
 When all is lost
 When all is done, written and said...
 The seeds of blind hate grow in your soul
 An endless suffering, sentenced to life
 An empty, aimless whirling inside
 Raising your pain and racking your mind
 When all is done
 My will to help is useless as well
 When all is lost
 All convincing cases are in vain
 Losing your values and grace
 You see the world through your egocentric life
 Believe me you would be quite horrified
 If you saw yourself from the outside
 And then you'll see...
 Fear binds your senses
 Your spirit will perish
 Confusion within
 Anger will strain your face
 Take a trip around your dark thoughts...
 You are an ulcer
 Welcome to the dark night!