if i could tell a lie, i wouldn't even blink
but to do so would mean to sever my every limb
this fate that lays in front of me
this hate that makes the rage in me
i will pass none on
i will walk this path alone
if i could turn the hand of the clock, i would do it all with the same game in my mind
could you feel my rage
and if i gave my pinky will you swear to it
monotones of destruction becomes the flame and the ambition in your eyes fades away
the darkness will consume all in sight and soon you to will taste what scorn will bring to you
now pass on the light, say your last prayer, close your eyes and know, one day i will be there...
