The Devil's Instrument

Thoughts are spinning their inescapable threads
Transforming us cruelly into marionettes
Everything I feel is pain
And the Devil he holds us tightly in his hands
Buried desperately in my chest
A rose for myself
A rose for the dead
A serenade of tears
Lifelessly we hear the beat
Though no orchestra is there to be seen
I am you, I am you, you are me
What am I? What are you? Who are we?
What is truth and what is lie?
Who are you and who am I?
In a cradle of mercy we sleep
In the half-sleep of oblivion
No holy water could wash away our faults
Nor do benediction purify our unclean souls
Gates remain locked for the wingless children of wrath
So long ago, splintered and trodden down
Us children of glass
Please, my Lord, extinguish the light
The illumination hurts my eyes
My choice was wrong, oh so wrong
Truly all I feel is pain
I am you, I am you, you are me
What am I? What are you? Who are we?
What is truth and what is lie?
Who are you and who am I?
We are crying with wolves
Like souls we're sleeping with the dead
Soon, we'll be gone
And you shall be left:
The instrument
I am you, I am you, you are me
What am I? What are you? Who are we?
What is truth and what is lie?
Who are you and who am I?