Hear me! You, the blind-born! Self-proclaimed god whose reign is but a virtue You, who would endlessly sojourn Mummified in yet another narcotic dream God-like in your dreams Yet another slave in this earthly world Can't you see that the world you thought You've created, is nothing but your mirror-image They seem to live a life of their own But that's just another virtue For they are your poor copycats Destined to writhe in pain Would you dare to taste the poisoned fruit For one more time Would you dare to open your eyes And behold the real world you're devoured by? Your poor naked body, scattered remains Of what once was man... is just another corpse Would you dare to break all those lying mirrors Surrounding you? ...beware the shattered glass... Would you dare to make you mind free once again? Free from the shell you put it into... Alas, you wouldn't. It's time who will remove the trail Of your past majesty... And make you realize That your world is a world of the dreaming dead ...a castle on the sand ...another prison of your "I" Your poor naked body, scattered remains Of what once was man... You vainly dream you're still alive Though can't really say, who the hell you are