I walked my path in isolation I lived lioke slave, but I’m dying free In the world of illusions For years I’ve passed through mirror walls Sunset at my funeral Reminds me whom I once really was Shivering cold fingers Stainded with the red of innocent blood I’m still making a rod for my own back For veins I have never cut Smile to me, my sorrow Smile with me, my hate I’ve seached for protection but it’s too late Now who can protect me from my own fate? Illusive reflections of the existence Wicked games of twisted mind