• Dont test what you cant trust,
    It's what you're hiding in your mind, and your mind is rusted.
    A break-down and you're taken alone,
    A shot that rings true, driving through the bone.
    An end to living, or a living end?
    You can hear the storm coming when its in your head.
    Sacrifice your security,
    They tell you what they want so you can feel free.

    The one who shall deliver,
    Forgotten to a slave,
    A cradle to the sinner,
    Born unto the grave.

    This cause is another one passed,
    Diverged in the beginning and becoming our last.
    When our hope for supremity,
    Is drowning out our cries of anonymity.
    Take home what has never been done,
    Do you do it for yourself, or do you do it for fun?
    Do we strive, or do we persist?
    Its a flawless mechanism, tell me, who could resist?

    The one who shall deliver,
    Forgotten to a slave,
    A cradle to the sinner,
    Born unto the grave.
    Brought beneath a sunset,
    And cast further below,
    Filled now deep with unrest,
    The hearts that would have stole.

    A conclave of travesty,
    A suicidal club of Anarchy.
    Congregate, or be enslaved,
    A thousand other people never felt so afraid.
    A window and a view so dear,
    You're always looking through it but its never quite here.
    A passageway and a muse inside,
    With Our Saint here now, we have no reason to hide.