Testo Incognito

An invisible king.
Governer of the sordid ones.
Uniter of scum, their taboo.
One ugly consciousness.
He presents his children as your friends,
radiant and dictating as they are.
Like Nazarene among the masses,
he distributes the fifteen minutes.
His form where he comes in is...
incognito... incognito... incognito...
He walks like a phantom.
Incognito... incognito.. incognito...
Familiarly unfamiliar.
Incognito... incognito.. incognito...
Gives you his mask destroying who you are.
Incognito... incognito.. incognito...
His dead eyes behind the looking glass.

His laughter rings hollow. Telling what your desires should be.
Replacing the secrets with lies. Only empty shells remain.
What makes an idiot tick?
(What's the) difference between disgrace and glory? No such thing as himself.
No such thing as yourself