The Grotesque Illusion of Being

Footprints from the past

Slowly covered in dust

Scorching echoes and voices of a time gone by

Crippled and broken

Lost along the way

Still dreaming or drowning

Tell me, what have I become?

A glimpse of light

Is burning my flesh

The innocent are cursed

We are marching into oblivion

Betrayed by infinity

The illusion of time

The illusion of being

Seduced by the grotesque