Doors to Mental Agony

Reality's a curtain
A mirrored surface
Concealing what's beneath us

The pain we feel
Each waking moment
A tithe for nothing
Divine what's really there

Hermetic corners of lonely blackness
Corridors of perfected agony

A hundred dead ends
A thousand dead friends
I hear their howling
I hear them weeping
Hundred dead ends
Thousand dead friends
Severed ties
Beloved lies

Doors of agony
Fear unwritten

Doors to mental agony
Fear that is unwritten
Void of opportunity
A ravaged fucking schism