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If eyes are the mirror of the soul

You will find in mine the scorn and apathy

You will read my hatred as in a curs'd book

You will see yourself as I see you

It is a mirror sombre and opaque

Which protects me, which stifles me

A great ditch around the heart

Which rejects, which estranges me

There is a world in my head

A dead world where nothing lives

And it is there I am, too far Far too far to be rejoined

A crown of thorns is still a crown

I am a king in a kingdom of suffering

I have taken my time to reach this stage

I have taken pains to torture myself To descend, to descend

Into pain, I exist And if my brain is numbed

The thorn in my flesh Can overcome apathy x2

There is glory in humiliation

A throne to be taken, a crown to win

I have no more tears And my smile has lost its brilliance

I have forgotten who I was

I have killed my emotions

Crushed, empty, weary

Always standing, I am a tree Awaiting the lightning x2