The root of my fear comes from the wrongful assumption I already knew what was here
And all I mistook for the truth, betrayed by my body through process I cannot refuse
How do I stifle my breath to stop my pursuer delivering me to my death
My heart pounds in my throat, praying to god as I desperately try not to choke
What were my fatal wrongs? A life in a world in which I did not belong?
And what is my punishment? How much should I suffer until you can be content?
Aren’t you satisfied that thousands of me have already given their lives?
Could you even be fulfilled? What do you gain from all the dreams that you’ve killed?
A god complex unearned, a reverence you’ve come to expect but isn’t deserved
Afraid to admit you haven’t conquered your fears
Compensate for your wasted fate
A being of same flesh and blood driven solely by hate
Compensate for your wasted fate
A being of same flesh and blood driven solely by hate
Still I’m the one who must suffer, still I’m the one who must take the fall
For the weaknesses within yourself that you don’t have the strength to address
The illusion of power for the irrational mind drawn to smoke and mirrors
And you will dissolve unfulfilled and your campaign will soon be forgotten
The hand of fate will hear my cries and you’ll be the one who dies
The hand of fate will hear my cries and you’ll be the one who dies
Acts of violence to break the silence / Amused by the used and abused
You celebrate winning a game / that no one else agreed to play
The hand of fate will hear my cries and you’ll be the one who dies
The hand of fate will hear my cries and you’ll be the one who dies
Reign of terror preying on those whose power you secretly fear
Infantile emotion control of destructive proportions
The hand of fate will hear my cries and you’ll be the one who dies
The hand of fate will hear my cries and you’ll be the one who dies
