I am the orchestrator of my own destruction.
For it is I who reins down fire on my own temple,
And it is I who salts the earth so the seeds of good intentions will never grow.
When the turmoil on the inside is hidden by the calm exterior,
It is I who tears down the beautiful façade to reveal the churning black poison underneath.
When the polite smile shows only an angels face,
It is I who cries out “Deceiver!” and rips away the mask to expose the devil within.
For I am the orchestrator of my own destruction