I'm my own fetish's slave
I exist under its existence
He aids me to punish my sins
Inside the mirror of retaliate
I long and behold before my sight
Can't you see him? Can't you see him?

I'm told to be my fetish's slave
Time rests as a endless waterfall
Its slavery going to disappear...Perhaps
Out of mirror I see myself
Gazing and facing its silhouette
Don't seek him....
Only to my senses he appears
Only to my senses he appears

Of your dogma and superstitions
The misunderstand I am
Innuendo or self-madness?
My insensibility to reality?
Not able to see your marks
Be shackled at walls of nothing
And now you dare to say
That mines are insanes?

Desperate cries at the calling
How far this neurosis derange my treason?
Obliging me comparing those and these
Concluding as if ...
...As if I'm hallowed by pride
That my collapse is the reflect of yours
That of your soul psychosis is the mistress

Throe, thy situation is inspiring me
Just own disgust
For unbeing weak enough to feel my safe
Just disgust of you
For repulsing the one who shows you
The reciprocal misunderstand
At this altar should I...?

Agonize as a trapped animal
I mutilate your nature and perished adages
I'm your loss' witness synonymous
Of my last defense I'm the victim of
Compromise or be stuck in vain
That your spellbound won't be never again
I'm an outcast gone further than your thoughts
I am the martyr of my own fetish