Feeling numb to what's coming
A fading reality, a coming duality
Society just victims
Of a corrupted system
I want to help them
Though I'm wicked
And most certainly not welcomed
I must do something, anything
Against those puppet masters
Who control the system

Perhaps I'll start my own secret society
A flip of the pyramid
A rebellion from within
Ah, I don't know
Just thinking.

Angels asking for help
And begin to cry
Society too braindead
So they give no reply
Demons running rampant
Where is God? He is absent
Who can save us? He who gives no judgment
Who?
The replacement

Earth shrouded in darkness
Promises never kept
No solace
In a world so clueless

The world as we know it is burning
But it's not a terrible ending
Because in its ashes
Will come a new beginning
A new world filled with laughter, interesting characters
And bloodsuckers
A world we all deserve

Cheers
To all sinners.

Mind enclosed
Body controlled
Soul exposed
Behold, I am that which is owned

Pleasure in pain
Pain in pleasure
I giveth to the altar
So please
Set my soul aflame
Anything for a little fame.

Are you prepared for the coming war?
Better repent
Cuz they want more
More atrocities, more tragedies
A singular movement
For a one-world government
Don't ask why
Spiritual progress is truly complex
Down is up, up is down
Such are the ways when the sun goes down
Where the moon moves high
Way above the clouds.

Wolves beware, there is a sheep among us
That I swear

He is frolicking about, knows no boundaries
Which isn't allowed
Not in this world
In which we own

He has seen the unseen, spoken the unspoken
For that, he should become one of us
An aristocrat
Destruction brings creation
So we'll break him, build him up
Then place him in a new direction

Morality is for the weak
Who cares who we hurt
If it fulfills our needs


Money brings happiness
But it is also poisonous
Greed, such an awful mistress
Always controlling, never understanding
All we want
Is to be free.

Don't talk about going to heaven
There is nobody there
Perhaps that's just an opinion
By those elsewhere
Open your eyes and listen with your ears
Meanings and symbolism are everywhere
You may never know
What you'll see and hear
But it might too little too late for you my dear
Because one day you'll disappear
All alone
With nothing remarkable
On your gravestone

To some, it's a blessing
For others, it's a curse
Perception
Is everything.

One, two, three
A one-eyed man
Hangs from a tree
Four, Five, Six
He was silenced  
By his biggest critics
Seven, Eight, Nine
His suicide note
Isn't genuine

10
It will happen again.