Hate penetrates the great gates of the fakes,
The fakes make mistakes, as the inmates plan their escapes,
The gates open, knights with gold plates and sharp blades,
Hope fades as they throw their last grenade,
Then they're afraid, when they realize they were played...

The pain consumes my heart,
As I am torn apart,
Lord, have mercy on my soul,
'Cause, my Lord, I am no longer in control.



The hate once never had a hold on me,
I thought I was free,
As of now, I don't remember the feeling of happy,
'Cause everything makes me so angry.



I have to take control,
No matter the pain of the happiness they stole.

My word to you shimmers bright,
My lies, cold as night,
Dont be afraid, I do not lie,
I give you my word, and reach to the sky.