KEN Mode
Lethe
Now we have entered a game of deception
Bones blackened and charred
Never underestimate the desperate nature of a broken man
This storm is nature's release
Containing the ultimate insult of character
With lacerations running much deeper than the skin
And that image is burnt into my brain
Consuming an entire unconscious world
You've proved your worth
Entire seasons have collapsed
And I thought that you had lеarned
But I can't be fooled this timе around
Because I know who I am and what I want
From the inside out, building on psychological scar tissue
It comes when you least expect it
A glimpse of weakness in the eyes and our target is set
Curled up by the phone
All that is heard is the breaking of glass
And tearing of flesh from within
Sycophantic pied piper of trusting fools
The weak are not accepted here
Fingers out-stretched, a mild quiver
Turning relentlessly in the silence waiting for a sign
You couldn't understand
I'm finished with these subtle sentimental plans
It wasn't worth it from the start
I'm free
I'm free
You're dead to me
Lethe