Sick Perfection - Arsis

A sickening sermon held with the mirror’s gaze

Without flesh to offer, without will to save

Now deceit’s reflection, glares back with lying eyes and recites the lie that

Brought this corpse to life

And I must deny myself all life’s pleasures

For in this denial I have found sick perfection

Now I beg to serve the night in the blazing curse of the dawn

To shatter the mirror and see what lies beyond

With frozen fear and guilt to feed the sightless wisdom

That I held near, as close as any fucking coffin

And I must deny myself all life’s pleasures

For in this denial I have found sick perfection

Now I beg to serve the night in the blazing curse of dawn

To shatter the mirror and see what lies beyond

A reflection of disease, a twisted vision of deceit

With one last breath to tell the tale

Of failures conquest, of shattered spells

Embrace the knowledge, embrace the sickness

Elegant yet perverse, I’m in the clutches of vanity’s curse

Now I beg to serve the night in the blazing curse of dawn

To shatter the mirror and see what lies beyond