Sepian - Ticci Toby

I leave only graves on my way
May they bear in mind the many beheaded heads
May I only see their fear in front of my eyes
Before Proxy
But no way here
I'm called Ticci Toby
I am a phobia sower
I am the one whose life It left graves in the heap
Because I had a sister
Little Tina was in a coma
I kept my face to her hand until the very end
I was her brother
Numerous pieces of glass
She is pierced by their shape
These were her last moments
And her little soul slowly
It flew in smoke
Like from cigarettes
Like smoke from trains
I never wanted her to disappear
Just
She is the only one always smiling
She was nice to me
My little sister

Mom, let her come back, it's not her fault
Why did she have to get hurt?
I would give anything
To be here again
That, even for a moment
She alleviated these sufferings
I was ready to surrender myself to grace to death
I bit my hands blood in order to meet her
But she didn't come
And Tina will always be only
In memories

Our father was a monster
He spent every free moment with ethanol
When Tina met this misery
The drunk one preferred to lie alone in the ditch
I directed all my hatred towards him
Because it was the reason why
I shut myself down
I was living in suffering, pain and depression
Silently wishing him a tragic death

Suddenly I heard voices in my head
They wanted me in the end
He gave it an end to it
To be a kitchen knife
Like a glass spike
Be ready
According to the will of those voices
On the sequence of blows
You will be the beginning of my murders
I wanted him to survive
What he did not see
I wanted him to feel
Same as Tina

Mom, let her come back, it's not her fault
Why did she have to get hurt?
I would give anything
To be here again
That, even for a moment
She alleviated these sufferings
I was ready to surrender myself to grace to death
I bit my hands blood in order to meet her
But she didn't come
And Tina will always be only
In memories

In each room there are puddles of gasoline
I have a match in my hand
To conceal deeds
I am ready to drop it at any time
But in the house they do
Tiny images
I looked at them
For the last time
I also knew that never again
I won't see my mother
It was going to burn
Together with photos
Like Tina, it will go up in smoke
With memories

Behind the flames, I saw the guy with the kids
And the picture was still full of noise
They were Proxies, his subjects
Even as a child, I was chosen by him

Mom, let her come back, it's not her fault
Why did she have to get hurt?
I would give anything
To be here again
That, even for a moment
She alleviated these sufferings
I was ready to surrender myself to grace to death
I bit my hands blood in order to meet her
But she didn't come
And Tina will always be only
In memories