A twisted reflection of my figure
He dragged into a looking glass
To challenge our existence
Inquiring ourselves
Beating against our prisonous prose
Poisson filled the lungs of those present
A shift of our scenery
And we were walking on the ocean
The sea of the silver stabbed ones
Stumbling on carcasses
I followed my shadows to the Heart
So, this is where the truth comes to Light
The lies are put in a flux of shock
Our character now loses his will
In the rush of drowning
THE TWISTED CAVERNN