I don’t believe in what could be
I’m living a lie because it is true

I don’t imagine a life without it
I’m going deeper out of free will

I look into my monster’s eyes
He could be the Devil in disguise
He’d still be the seller, me the buyer

If spirituality gave me answers
If the onyx walls surrounding me
Sent me back a clear reflection
Not a blurry haze of doubts
Perhaps I would save myself

I don’t want to wake up from dreams
I don’t want to confront Satan’s game

Living in eternal hope is better than
Living in an unending eclipsed world

I listen to my monster’s whispers
His melodious chime could cess
His remembrance my skin would caress