Could God have foreseen What the likes of the battle would bring? Trailing the paths of misdemeanors To raise the origin of sin Fallen, I cling to deception This dark of madness is in me Come now, as the trigger it falls From whom to take the fall in it? My human, sleep-spoken With words and little thoughts I select With other, blind-sighted I thrive on the illusion Where the image of a life to be I'm now the shaded facade Fallen, I cling to deception This dark of madness is in me Come now, as the trigger it falls Fallen, I cling to deception This dark of madness is in me Why? Fallen, I cling to deception This dark of madness is in me My human, sleep-spoken With words and little thoughts I select With other, blind-sighted I dwell in this pit of darkness Locked inside a pretentious cage Where the dark will be certain Fallen, I cling to deception