The sun is setting
The cold of night still fills my lungs
I have returned from the desert
Of despair
When I came back I found the world in disarray
What once possessed some semblance of order
Is now a pale mockery
Of all that was given by those who came before
It’s all because of you
You can’t say it’s not what you wanted
When you’re the one sitting on the throne
I will fight, I will fight
For those you’ve subjected (misdirected)
Face the might, face the might
Of retribution, our final solution
Now the silver lining’s been torn
And storm clouds are beginning to form
Abandonment has left me with the bitter taste of hopelessness
Oppression shaped my rebellious mold
I bring the reaping (I bring the reaping)
This is what you are
A creature an insect
This is what you are
A cancer an infection
Infection
I will cut you out
As you try to take the beauty from life
This is not about destruction
(This is what you are a creature an insect)
This is a cleansing
(This is what you are)
Burn down the temple
Whose foundation
Rests on shrapnel
You won’t be their idol much longer
Fall to your knees
You don’t deserve the crown upon your head
Nor the title bestowed upon you
Character doesn’t come from a name
But it’s the price you paid for fame
