Self-created Martyr (Vedonist)

Reflection of myself is what I've once found in you When I look at me now I see something you'll never be Sculptured by tears and winds of bygone times With storms at my right and fire tongues at my left I stand in front of you Look in my eyes and see superiority – unreachable for you Hear my laugh knocking down rotten foundations of your hideout Weak – scared of your own voice Blind – sleeping drunk with tears Pathetic – begging for scars from orgy of life Realize that you've never existed If people search for acceptation in reflections of themselves Then I'll become your greatest enemy Father, what kind of creator are you Giving birth to crawling crowd Where everybody sucks salvation Through the last resort – trust Which they've been presented with So much blood was lost Small – jester at the mercy of bored lords Croppled – never experienced the ecstasty Ascetic – crucified by imagined sorrows At the peak of the mountain Surrounded by the compassionate people You hammer nailes into the feet and palmes your love But bloody wounds belong to you Fucking self-created martyr