Vitriol

"And men, with his pride, had God created after
 His own image and likeness."
 Walk alone
 It leads us to despair
 The cuts on my arms, the constant cold
 Dipping the skin in a loving slime
 Remember where you come from
 Hope is a trap
 Blinding mist of illusions
 Hope is a trap
 Blinding mist of illusions
 Amen
 Bringing for a minute a glimpse of eternity
 That we would stretch over the whole time
 The cuts on my arms i scrape off the skin's crust
 The cuts on my arms i scrape off the skin's crust
 Is there something that shakes the
 mirror? Remember where you come from
 Hope is a trap
 Blinding mist of illusions
 Hope is a trap
 Blinding mist of illusions
 Hope is a trap
 Blinding mist of illusions
 Hope is a trap
 Blinding mist of illusions
 Amen