Memories are haunted Places

We're stranded with hands empty
Past the opposite space
Calling day, we move to where the final station lays
Don't miss the debt that we are
We are forced to pay
We'll face the stare terrifically
When we turn away
You'll reveal yourself
Reveal yourself
We're face ordained to hypocrite
We know no masks, no artificial smiles
Black lights shall break the lies
Distort the picture, sorrow
Transpired onto us
And dysmogoria
Such a useful weapon
It works so well against us
Enemies with a knowledge of truth
Makes me sick
What a wretched plague

Paradise of flesh and bones
Condemned to the guillotine
Condemned to stay alone

Helplessly, we're not escaping
We're clinging to the stranded
On the shores of the earth's plain sight
Art is just imperfection
Trials and tribulation
Referring our pain
We stay and die