Father of The Mystery
Creates the world
The Perfect World
Of gears and cogs
Of copper and gold
In the mechanical globe
Inside His palm
I've seen imperfection, of creation, of this world
With hate comes love, and love always comes with pain
I leave my memory and I leave my heart
To soothe your lives under cruel gods
Sacrifices, untold horrors, deepest spheres of madness
What's of immortality when no one shares your sadness?
I am the redemption, resurrection, of broken dreams
To build the stars having only dust and seams
I've hidden my sorrow and I've hidden behind
If I'm a Mirror, then who am I?
The truth often fails to satisfy
Isn't it better to live a perfect...
Lie!
I've buried my sorrow, I've buried my pain
I've built the dream - was everything in vain?
I'm nothing more, I'm nothing more
But the words in the wind
But what time makes me
But the end of Three