Glamour has been misleading but you knew
That eminence feels lonelier than solitude
I'm not sure that what this seems to be
Reflects characteristics of what lies beneath
Why wake up when I'm still playing dead?
My heart's the devils cherished instrument
Keen Intuition
Heeds human design
Weapon of the fallen
Vanquish all divine
Silence so dense it consumes
The howls of walking dead who've become restless
You're given a choice and you choose wrong
But you never think you could be lost
Do you believe you're some type of god?
Decades denying is time well spent
My suffering's real, while you pretend
Some day your story has to end
