Through the lead vail of live
only the chosen few see.
But those are no longer alive
cause they wouldn't bend the knee

They are dead for they struggled
with themselves and with others.
They are dead for they tried to smuggle
a little light into lie's dark chamber.
But they fell, by that dark smothered,
for they couldn't grab the happiness' hendle

We are smart but we cannot win
for lies eat at us when we say the truth
and the happiness beneath the skin
starts to feel alienated and mute

For we are champions of ice
We will melt in the dark fire
And so will everything that's nice,
sacrificed to our hearth's desire
to not die by fire.

And all that will remain
will be those protected by lead.
And the truth will be in vain
Cause it won't reach their head.

And so our own sacrifice to light
will only bring the shadows closer.

We have to learn to fight
Dark with darkness
and harness
the fire
although we might end up
in the bowels of desire.