A slave to an ego, desperate for attention. A self righteous sense of purpose.
The things you say hold no weight. Dead air spoken over white noise.
Meaningless words falling on deaf ears. You are the heirs to nothing.
When the hunters become hunted. Will the crown become to heavy to bare.
Will your knees tremble. When the hunters become hunted.
I will never bow my head to you.
Track Name: Masochist
Smothered by the masters hand. Living by his rules, dying by the same.
Misery greets you with open arms. Tearing skin from bone, showing no compassion.
Manipulated to believe that pain is serenity, falling for his bigotry.
Clinging to a broken smile. In the end you will find no safety no helping hand.
Track Name: Pale Horse
Like a blind man searches to never see the light. The deaf man cries for forgiveness to never hear a word. Calloused hands work themselves to the bone. While glutinous swine turn the gears of war. Death show his face as the pale horse rides. Hell Follows consuming all that survives.
Track Name: Reflections
Embracing the darkness that has swallowed everything. Focusing on what’s staring back at me. Familiar dreams or mirrors echoing scenes of what I used to be.
Seeking clarity in an endless sea, waiting for answers that seem so distant. Lost in the past the future seems so bleak. Repetitive illusions have left me trapped within this oblivion. Is there no escaping the shadows, no light at the end. Left with only reflections of myself. Fading memories.