A mistake we have taken to conscious
Into thinking we have gained
A belief we have rationed with
For the loss of our wrongs
Comfortable is the thoughtless life
Especially when its all laid out
Because lavish is the art of choice
For as long as I reign supreme
So until I hear the echo of your silence
I will live accordingly to their will
My right to rule forged by instruction
Because there is order on a road frequently paved
Where twigs and thorns cease to be
My ruin becomes the shelter I harbour my soul
So when the herd bellows through without toil
I will lick my wounds with salted breath
When will my brethren wake from within
Because censored is the grief we inherit
So too is the past we live today
Because senseless is the misery we choose to be
So if none must come to My rescue
In solitude I am happy to be alone
For I am not alone when I am All in One