The game of mine now it's rule
The escape becomes the brig
A step ahead - what was mine belongs to it
Overflowing, pumping in my sickly veins
Thickening and boiling, pressure of rage
In a cage, life leading to rampage
If I stop now, what will they do?
Will they see, will they care?
Rancor, anguish, suffering, dread
Anticipating, staring at the lens
Praying for war, praying for death
Wanting for pain, wishing to die, but speaking not
In wait lie, waiting to die, give me my war, cowards
Wanting for pain... wishing to die...
Minding the kills... Hearing the calls...
Fearing no hell... In wait I lie so still...
As rain trickles down my slitdow
The cold relieves my hot head
At least I know they're coming
- Of One to Conflict It
- Revolution Decimation
- Veiled Cast of Judgement
- Wrath Pounding
- God-Eye Command
- In Wait Lie
- Cube of Odium