Violence, is it your answer, is it your plan?. Your heritage, a crossover between life and death. It's a must be fan raging in its cage. And I can see it coming, now can you?.
Thought you were deaf. Yeah, I thought you were blind. When you just stood there. While the idiots walked in line. . In the idiot parade. . You are taking their side.
Exercise of futility. To the point of no return. Until we breathe the darkness. And welcome the final sleep. . A journey through forgotten realms. Unspoken words now sung so clear.