You sit thinking out redeeming alibis sipping the wine of some sacred phial
All alone on parched distant isle where you stubbornly plead denial
Oh, brother mine, made of earthen soil and watered dried out blood
Youre on of many millions in this grave-digging, backstabbing club - humanity

Upon closer inspection of the lines upon your face
I see that theyre not of age but of disgrace
What have you done to earn this grey shaded mask?
Staring at the laughing man inside the mirror glass youre falling down.

A trembling hand of yours resting on the window frame
I can tell that youve changed, that you aint the same
What have you done to wear this blackened soul?
I as observer cant decipher the lies youve told so please tell me again

Like a star thats gone cold in the unravelling of chaos
You will seem to glow though your spark and lights gone out
Reading numbers of dead victims of wars in the news
A plague of words spreading from mouth to mouth
Youre delivered from it all by means of solitude
Hiding in your shell as the veil is falling down
Crime against the criminals as the mothers set alight
Howling in the night on path of havoc the metal hounds run
With well oiled jaws to further increase the fun

When I see into your eyes I see myself
Like one of the rag-dolls stacked upon your shelf
I see a picture of our mother in and old magazine
Been so long since we knew her, it feels like pictures of a dream
And now shes dead and were trapped in slow decay.