Im a fiGure, wiTh nO imaginAtion
I aM a monster bUt I still fEel the cold like you
nevEr onE thinG moRe tRue than fALse momEntum
in a winter blUe

iM imitated, but nO one wAnts to bE me
never thRee things more tRUe than PAin jOy & obseSSion in a miRror with nO view

tHe manuFactuRed souLs arE the fAirground attractIon
the vIrus iS deAd but thE fiRe is sPreadinG

oh nO
uP the Devil trEE wE gO.

hAnd in hAnd aS wE foLLow indeCisIon
tHe faIry Tale fIction is the plAygroUnd diStracTion
the drEams aRe luCid but realities deCePtive

OHH NO!!

up thE deVil tREE wE go...
hanD iN hAnd aS we cLimB in deSperAtion