Reflect your surroundings

and make not move, not a sound

For who knows what price is paid

When they realize you're around

In the face of youre equals

Your gaze paints a lie

Makes you see gods and heros

That never have to try

You love the bastard,

he looks so free

Fu k the social script, saw it

burned it, in joyous perversity

Chameleon, dear heart, you'd

rather be the phoenix

That dark devine creature that lurks

behind the silence

What virtue is there in survival

When there's nothing to give

Nothing even to see

The phoenix lives with such passion it burns

Isn't that what you'd rather be

Ah there'd be something to see

When you refuse to be dead again and again

I am going to set you on fire,

little Chameleon