Twisted Liberation

Ensimmäinen uus biisi puoleentoista vuoteen!
Sanat:

Take your swords - bring me the head of Jezebel
Or is it me you should be looking for?
Waste no time - the disease is spreading every day
Yet nobody admits to having it

Faint echoes from another time remain
Not everything had always seemed so stained
I don't remember this ever beginning
One day I just found myself
Yearning for something that was gone

Is silver always haunted by the clouds it lines?
The shining seems to disappear fully sometimes
Can anyone be really said to be guilty?
Maybe I'm mad and too afraid of sanity

Could it be that this search has been in vain
For how can I find something without a name?
Either it's waiting for me somewhere out there
Or *this* is the home that I fail to recognise as my own

Viewing this puzzle now I still can't see
If it's the one that has a piece called me
Fitting myself in has proven demanding
But maybe there can be some hidden way