Do you see your reflection in the mirror?
No, not reality, is illusion
When you stand in a stylish hell
Burning to the ground by words, reject prelude
Here is the truth, here is the brutal lot
Goodness fights haughtiness
Snake grip rose up to the fashion
Watchful ripeness is useless

Cast away, it is thought up by them
For humility
Here to stay, ignoring all
Living this way, this is your name
Do not repent
Do not show a core

Exile, is not your blame
Exile, is not your shame
Exile, do you feel?
Exile, what I feel

There is a smell of homeless prison in my house
My ground breathes destructive poison
But anyway I'll be myself
But anyway it will make me glad