Night, constantly night
whats the point of this fight?
Its not that complex
but my mind works in stress,
And you've got me in a wreck
with nothing to hold me in check,
I hate going slow
cause the world needs a flow,
Just like a mind needs to think
like an eye needs to blink,
Are you ready for the fire
the start of your pyre,
The destruction of your name
it's such a sad shame,
But it pays to be ice
you get stomped being nice,
I'm ready to destroy your mystique
to make your world go bleak,
to destroy your soul
then go take a stroll,
It's coming quick
and it'll leave you sick.