Self-portrait Lyrics

Heavy burden made to be on our shoulder
A wound spreads and hatred will be rewritten
Evil like a saint
The fabricated hero
This is his very own figure

Blood that continue running for the ignorance
What should be protected is substituted secretly
The schemed hope leads us in a maze with no exit

Perilous light shine on the blockaded darkness
Helps of falsehood show off the disgraced arm

Fully covered sadness sharpens the new edge well
The edge pinted to us
Fully covered sadness sharpens the new edge well
The mirror which is not reflected

Construction of a gray windmill continues in a town without a wind

The reality fades away,
and only the justice wrap us around which wounds us both

Glorified past and future for despair
Silence shows recognition
I refuse

Is there any fights without any consolation?
A self-portrait without a face
It's not me