Changing the direction of a pre-chosen path
Avatar in exile
Prefabricated in boundaries, to walk on broken glass
Horns in the mirror-reflection

As I saw, face lost
As she crossed through her own wall
As I see, the shadow of inner substance
Leaking out to embrace you with my sinister grip

You don't even sense the war-cry that I send out
So you might as well stop talking about equality
You don't read between my lines
To understand this hell-bound duality

Slowly crushing since you won't realize
Or do you truly see but keep silent?