Sometimes I can not recognize my face.
It's like the mirror changes my reflection.
My eyes were green with pearling grey,
dark-red my hair...Hallucination?
Sometimes I do not recognize my voice
It's like the screaming has disturbed my ear.
White sharpen words, annoying noise ...
it's all my mouth could bear.
Sometimes I do not recognize my path.
Mean evil ghosts that yelling fraud and fear...
I'm turning black and stone becomes my heart,
my ill mind splits, and madness coming nearer.
Sometimes I do not recognize myself,
I'm nothing but a screen for your projections.
Blind fallen angel. Lost unearthly wraith.
The torpid void is then my last protection.
Epica - The Phantom Agony"
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