The Scarred Epiphany Lyrics

I woke up with my flesh severely ripped,
“assassin” hideously carved on my chest.
A man enraged telling me I flamed illusion,
his daughter being a victim of my morbid zest.

Fear and horror magnifies the memory to appear,
violence being the storm that hurts ignorance.
Formerly a child that conjured a friend in dreams,
known now to be a mirror’s insane perdition.

My other demon ravaged experiences,
the interpreting forms of ethereal significance.
Framed by days of torture and misunderstanding
where pity was grieving its weary end.

As a courageous image of a weakened self,
I distorted reality not to accuse me.
Desire being the luxury of a madman’s life,
as torture reckoned a killing spree.

Dubious manoeuvres framed my own will,
the long dreamt love maimed by fear.
He… lodged a carrier as a mislead saviour of women,
angelical scenes twisting reality to appear.

Reckoning the virtue of a friendly ignorance,
my mind was torn amidst shadows and poverty.
Despicable infections always stained what felt true,
all ending as the blade fell on my chest…
(A maniac’s righteous death!)