Korn

Mirrors of life

Slowly I fall into the temptation of this sweet madness of depression
throughout a dim and silent tunnel, with no single sign of lights,
towards the lonely, gloomy, empty and endless wastelands of eternity.
I am an expert on that field of my own mind's land of darkness,
mind lost forever in the daydream's nightmares.

Sometimes I think, I’m evil, a bad influence for those around me.
My dark aura is so charming, draws broken ones into me.
This great power, you would consider frightening
I desire, worship and delight it.
this is who I am broken and corrupted

Secret world of my thoughts is like the greatest power
of sub-consciousness in the world of dreams
I live in the world, but outside the world I walk in everyday,
forced to inhabit my mortal body shell,
however detached, distant, disconnected and incoherent,
bound to the land no more than a hot air
running away to the higher levels of atmosphere.

Sometimes I think, I’m evil, a bad influence for those around me.
My dark aura is so charming, draws broken ones into me.
This great power, you would consider frightening
I desire, worship and delight it.
this is who I am and you cannot save me

There are many voices inside and outside of me,
they call me, singing with their demonic choirs
creating a symphony of fascinating vibrating realms
I carve to follow them, deaf to anything else besides,
blind for everything but the path of black roses thorns.
This is my destiny, hellish fate to walk around as a ghost,
alone, save for those who fall into my dark aura's charm,
eager to follow me into the pits of doom.

Sometimes I think, I’m evil, a bad influence for those around me.
My dark aura is so charming, draws broken ones into me.
This great power, you would consider frightening
I desire, worship and delight it.
this is who I am full of painful hatred

These voices inside, ones I cannot fear
whispering ancient mysteries, they are voices of me
Secretly I talk to myself all the time, you know
telling myself ancient, magic stories, that are real on their own
non-existing existence with no hope for its end
on their way in meaningless travel to nowhere in time and space

Sometimes I think, I’m evil, a bad influence for those around me.
My dark aura is so charming, draws broken ones into me.
This great power, you would consider frightening
I desire, worship and delight it.
this is who I am, come take me for granted

I am the whisper you hear in your head
that reveals you a secret, that there is no real death
everything is relative, flows all the time, and there is nothing stable
what you see is just a product of your imperfect perception,
nothing is real and a change is a terrible lie,
deceiving, seducing poor souls all the time
there is no future, progress is illusion, confusing
and making you delve in to living in your own delusion
those are great mysteries of the life and world
disappointing aren’t they?
However there is no solace and peace in death, no way

Sometimes I think, I’m evil, a bad influence for those around me.
My dark aura is so charming, draws broken ones into me.
This great power, you would consider frightening
I desire, worship and delight it.
this is who I am broken and corrupted
this is who I am and you cannot save me|
this is who I am full of painful hatred
this is who I am, come take me for granted
this is who I am, the price I have to pay

great mysteries, they turned out to be
so simple, that you cannot see
great mysteries, they turned out to be
so simple, you cannot believe

great mysteries, they turned out to be
so simple, that you cannot see
great mysteries, they turned out to be
so simple, you cannot believe

great mysteries, they turned out to be
so simple, that you cannot see
great mysteries, they turned out to be
so simple, you cannot believe

great mysteries, they turned out to be
so simple, that you cannot see
great mysteries, they turned out to be
so simple, you cannot believe

love this song to the bits!!!