Observation Through Metamorphosis - Subterranean Masquerade

And now… I’m lying here

Watching in silence

The process, almost complete

This door is locked, enchanted with demise

And an image foreseen from the other room… Is this me?

The struggling to gain the throne of his own senses

Dressed in disguise

They paint him white, from head to toe

Oblivious to the void, its absence will apply

Staring, at the edge of time

Circulating without remorse

No regret for knowing too much

And staring at the eye of my world

The walls will stand tall and proud tomorrow

In this place where time stands still

Impossible to cure my image

Impossible to cut my will

Mirrors upon mirrors of my soul trapped in a maze

But it’s useless to express the pain

Room 63 is silent tonight

Behind the door, you can barely hear

Footsteps to another dream

From here

Will you hear?