| I hear a voice in my mind | |
| There is a gate concealed | |
| My emotions are so blind, | |
| Nothing revealed | |
| Tumultuous thoughts on the face | |
| A dementia in deep | |
| My emotions are so blind, | |
| It's an infected creep | |
| Strange layers of our pride, forever lost | |
| Vividness of the tale, disguised | |
| Our beliefs are the hopes weird host | |
| Unimportance will be realized | |
| Consciousness begins to fade | |
| Yet the state of mind debased | |
| The decisions are made, | |
| Madness is faced | |
| Grabbed by the inner demon | |
| Disrooted of mankind's grace | |
| The societies crippled son, | |
| It's an infected creep | |
| Strange layers of our pride, forever lost | |
| Vividness of the tale, disguised | |
| Our beliefs are the hopes weird host | |
| Unimportance will be realized |