Flooding the world with your innocence. Inside you, the demon laughs. A contest of power and seduction. Digging yourself deeper, into the soil of loneliness. Brightness is what you see; darkness is where you are.
In this realm you're the king. And the slave of your treachery. Exiled from reality, banished from integrity. Digging yourself deeper into the soil of loneliness. Darkness is what you see; darkness is where you are
Drain... drain the blood and feed on the innocent. Drink... and feed with blood, and serve yourself eternity. Live... like a vampire; the parasite you are. Create... an identity. Drain energy from others... you're the undead...
How can you determine what is real. While you can't embrace reality anymore. And the reflection that should be there, just a gleam of self palliation. Underneath the created beauty, wanders through the night, a being, wither by tears...
For the world you don't exist. Just a pail reflection of flesh; a projection painted on the wall. Selfmade and fed by lust for power. As real as the dragon you hunt. No one knows... no one knows who you are.