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 disillusioned
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 lost in personal fortune
Corrupting all receptive minds
This gallant flirtation
No reverence
Though we were born together
Fraudulent, you remiss
Too 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
In vain you destroy all I’ve loved
For them, I sing this threnody

Tie the noose
Tie the noose
Repeat the cycle
Born a stray, you are unnatural
You are a slave

You know nothing of anger
You know nothing of pain
You know not of 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
In vain 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