This is for you-our brother
who hides behind the veil
A master of unmoved moving lips
You are the shadow of a gory man
It’s for you who moans to mourn me
After that night’s motion
When my eyes regret And
my fingers carried the cross of a corned human
You-our brother
have seen the veil as your home
For you built your own calyptra of mosses
from an opaque prevarication
Take this as your defect now
Let your heart push up the daisies And
Your soul will shuffle off this mortal coil
For my heart died his own death
I will never bite the dust again
Take this as you defect now
Let your heart shuffle off this mortal tales
And carry the cross of deception
Pinching the story of regret
And jump towards the hill of repentance
Source: Enigmatic Global Concept