The Paranoid (Live At Wacken 2013)

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This smell of isolation

A hall of mirrors multiplying

Grotesque features of a golden idol

Melting fast in the fires of confession

And the shame feeds the anger feeds the shame

Dim lights from a dying coal

cast a silhouette upon

the soot-smeared window

the unsolvable crime

And the heart implodes like a faithless star

Beating backwards, beating fast

(...) black coals of nothingness

Beyond redemption

And the shame feeds the anger feeds the shame