Why are we so comfortable on your knees when we should be comfortable with ****** knuckles?
I will use the shadows against them.
No chain in hell can hold me and no amount of rain can drown me.
My lungs are full of ash but still you will find me when the fire is raging, running as fast as I can.
The abyss is what you make it, and I have made it a punching bag.
Use your whips and release the hounds,
but they will strike at air
and teeth cannot bite the heels of a ghost.
Keep pretending you are kings.
One day you will fall asleep in your beds made of all our dreams.
**but you won't wake up anymore...