Oh weakness! My Glory! In secret saved!
My secret, my story is somehow saved!
Here's my confession of my most profound secret
It tells a truth known to everyone who truly knows me, truly knows me
I'm not of this world, this decaying existence
I'm not shackled to their cold, cruel and morbid logic
It tells a truth known to everyone who truly knows me, truly knows me
Oh weakness! My Glory! In secret saved!
And somehow this secret, this wheel, keeps on passing down to us
And somehow this secret, this wheel, keeps on passing down to us
And somehow this secret, wheel, keeps on passing down to us
And somehow this secret keeps on passing down to us
Down to us
Dionysus once knew me
He found me on the bridge in Dresden, naked with Eris
Stripped of adornment
He found me again in Monte Verita draped in aesthetic illusions
I must open with a confession of my most profound secret
It tells a truth known to everyone who truly knows me
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