An army of ghostly horses
Trampling over my dead body
Iron ironically running
Hammering on my pride painlessly
You succeeded to make me believe
That it’s all in my head
Your bedtime fairy tales
Lead you to talk to the dead
This time my lazy eyes
Can see through your hazy lies
If I took a glance
Through the window of your eye
Then I’m exposed to cross the line
Where all illusions must die
Misleading twisted path
Through the house of the unholy
I am lost at the head office of
Your insane pathology
This time my lazy eyes
Can see through your hazy lies
And I can clearly see how fuzzy
Has been my vision of reality