Phantom in the glass
Split by the prism and returned to ash
A silhouette that casts a twin collapses
Like burning candle wax
Triple gemini
Nothing but human behind the eyes
The blood runs slow and cold under disguises
We homunculi
Children of our times
In mirrored trine
Black lambs painted white
Homunculi
Children of our times
Dowsed in lye
And drunk on ether
Bastard child
In mirrored trine
Homunculi
Blessed by fire
And reborn in the pyre