Fake all there is in the face
Not a word is true or pure
All there is… A mask of wisdom and confidence
I, the weak
I, the impostor
I, the lair
I, the confused
I, the fake prophet of deceit
All there is… an image… a vision… blurred every day.
Weaker is the light inside the heart
No faith
No god can save the soul
Disintegrating under a summer rain
O, I am tired
No place to rest the corpse in this waste.
Don’t pity me
Don’t loath me
Pity yourself; throw your soul in the abyss of shame
I, the god that forsaken me
Blessed I, on earth
Blessed I, the no one
Blessed I, the fake
