I used to be a chosen dreamer,
Treading now on the unbelievers' way
The sinners' god is now my leader

Tempted me and I go to astray

Why?

I cannot see it, I don't believe it, what have I done?
I'm a blinded ruler, a blessed intruder
Bearing shame


Holy lores, weak-hearted seers
Let me see, and I will not confess

Remedy is in your fears
Crawling prophets
We must have been deranged


The wisdom of the fools
My blindfold heirs presume

No glory for the Fake
No believers to be disarrayed
The power of the fools

The sleeping soul is reborn
Catharsis or disgrace?
The answer disappears