Sometimes you just feel the Voices,
They make you play The Game,
Force you to feel Stupefied,
Then you come Down With the Sickness,
They say you have a Violence Fetish,
Perhaps its Fear,
Perhaps your Numb,
They Want you to know,
The Conflict inside you,
Like Dropping Plates,
It shatters the Meaning of Life.
A Prayer can make you turn away,
But Liberate yourself,
And you can Awaken,
And Believe in yourself,
Remember what you are,
An Intoxication of this world.
Only through reason can you Rise against,
Reason will become your Mistress,
She will let you Breathe,
Not confine you to Desire,
When Bound to life,
It will Devour you,
The Darkness will consume you.
There are Ten Thousand Fists behind you,
All you have to do is Just Stop,
Guarded you are from their reason,
Deify yourself,
And in their eyes you will be Stricken.
Then shout "I'm Alive",
The Sons of Plunder will return to you,
No longer will your soul be Overburdened,
No longer will Decadence thrive,
You will be Forgiven,
And spared from this Land of Confusion,
No longer apart of the Sacred Lie,
They will have their Pain Redefined,
And Avarice will be defeated.
Indestructible you have become,
Inside the Fire you dwell,
You can not be fooled by the Deceiver,
Because The Night will overtake you,
And the Perfect Insanity will overcome your mind,
Haunted by the thoughts of the present,
Enough by the thoughts of the past,
The Curse shall finally be lifted,
Torn away from the shell that is you,
No longer a Criminal in the world,
You will Divide this world,
and close the Facade that reality is.