歌词
Passion burns with a fiery vengeance,
We are the eye of the storm.
An equivocal static destruction,
Bleeding out false idol swarms.
Possession and lacking in foresight,
Bathing in your vanity.
A force fed, misled, tainted image,
Choking on depravity.
By design, I despise,
The Kingdom will divide.
Evolution, disillusion,
A pawn in kings disguise.
Over the edge I want to believe,
I want to preserve this legacy.
Do you mean what you say in the "Art" you create?
You're digging your grave, my helpless enemy.
Insincere, corrosive incarnates,
Fallacy in empty lines.
A prophet in personal fortune
Corrupting all receptive minds.
This gallant flirtation,
No reverence though we were born together.
Fraudulent, you remiss,
To fragile to exist
Contaminate, eradicate,
Disciples of this gift.
Over the edge I want to believe,
I want to preserve this legacy.
Do you mean what you say in the "Art" you create?
You're digging your grave, my helpless enemy.
The rain will wash away the blood,
And all the gears will start to rust.
And then you destroy all I've loved for now,
I sing this threnody.
Tie the noose, tie the noose!
Repeat the cycle, born a stray.
You are unnatural, you are a slave.
Bleh!
You know nothing of anger, you know nothing of pain.
You know not how the path that you walk was paved.
Now you bask in your pity from the wrath of shame,
For too long you have lived with your facade unscathed.
Over the edge I want to believe,
I want to preserve this legacy.
Do you mean what you say in the "Art" you create?
You're digging your grave, my helpless enemy.
The rain will wash away the blood,
And all the gears will start to rust.
And then you destroy all I've loved for them I sing,
This threnody!
Carry the torch!
We will carry the torch!
Ignite the world.
I rest my faith in flames.
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