Letra de The Devil's Instrument

Thoughts are spinning their inescapable threads Transforming us cruelly into marionettes Everything I feel is pain And the Devil holds us in his hands Buried desperately in my chest A rose for myself and a rose for the dead A serenade of tears, lifelessly We feel the beat, though no orchestra is there to be seen I am you, I am you - you are me What I am, what are you - who are we? What is truth and what is lie Who are you and what am I? In a cradle of mercy we are sleeping The half-sleep of oblivion No holy water could wash away our faults Nor do benediction purify our unclean souls The 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, so wrong Truly everything is pain We are crying with wolves Like stone we are sleeping with the dead Soon we'll be gone and you're left The instrument