Raziel

May 27, 2006 10:40

You’ve been a slave under my command
This is out of control, break free of me
Break free of my hands, I don’t want you
My own brethren smother my existence.
What is this inside me that bite so hard?
It is my hate; it is I who plays this game.
My innocence can’t be alive any more.
I’m a murderer, used to be playing victim.

I’m bleeding flesh, feeble eyes, can it be better?
I’m dead to the world. I want to kill this world,
build it again; nobody would be alone in death.
I’m my own problem that shares no solution

Dawn of a new night inside my hard chest,
Masks off, I hate this masquerade we play.
Who I will show to be, nobody knows yet,
A face tattered by all those walking over it.
Thousands of tears I slept in, going to Hell,
When everyone called my name it was a lie.
I’m iron forged in the fires of world’s hate,
The product is what you see and can’t stand.

Aggressions…
Every time you ignored me…
Transgressions…
Whenever you pretended to care…
Bullshit…
I won’t believe anymore…
Liberation…
I’m the executioner now…

I’m bleeding flesh, feeble eyes, can it be better?
I’m dead to the world. I want to kill this world,
build it again; nobody would be alone in death.
I’m my own problem that shares no solution

MAY YOU DIE IN SERVITUDE!
VAE VICTUS, FREEDOM IS MINE FOREVER!
MAY YOU DIE IN SERVITUDE!
IF I NEED TO HURT YOU I WON’T REGRET!
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