Bastard Born Of Pride

Which position are you greedy for?
Are you satisfied with?
That a just greed?
The actuality which falls looking away
"Lies that"! "Lies that"!
Just stay reching for dead
there is nothing
insatiable
so fragile it hurts
What you tell me of the inside?
Watch you become a god?
That a just greed?
Your search for dreams may falter
"Lies that"! "Lies that"!
Just like the fucking a dead
Fearful, Lose one,
Dead-end, Pain of god!
Wear a mask,
deceiving the mirror inside me,
And hold a broken stick,
sitting in the shiny tower
The only the excuse made
by the untried
Bastard born of pride
And no one else does adore
And no one else
Bastard born of pride
And no one else does adore
And no one else does adore
Bastard born of pride
And no one else does adore
Bastard born of pride
And no one else does adore