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This head is in constant need

You can't heal this grave disease

Life is absolute illusion

And no conviction inside these hands of fate

Life kills this life

We dream in ominous darkness

In flesh vain and hollow

We burn self aware

And suffocate on the leach

Life kills this life

Death Mask - Teatro Grottesco

Withered in intimated darkness

No light hath yet been shown

In visions night and open graves

Eclipsed in spiritual personal haze

Don the death mask, welcome the night

Putrescence of existence of eternal strife

Awareness of illusion contradiction of life

Welcome the dread of endless night

Twixt sun and shadow doth we walk

Conviction-less, meaningless, seemingly lost

Embraced in plague and decay