You Cannot Just Close Your Mind
Oblivious To The Horrors Of Everyday Life
Overlords, Overseers Bow Men To The Earth
You Cannot Just Sleep
Sleep Is Restless Devoid Of Dreams
You Are Not Allowed To Die Just Because You Cannot Breathe

Searching For Character…
Within The Hearts Of Men There Lies A Desolation Of An Apocalyptic Wasteland
Most Are Not Strong
Just Look To The Eyes Of The Weak To Know It Is Easier To Live Without Convictions And Principles
You Cannot Comprehend You Are Oppressed If You Have Never Cared For Anything

You Cannot Hate Like I Hate
You Have Never Loved Like I Have Loved
You Cannot Understand That This Hate It Burns True And Through
You Cannot Hate Like I Hate
Because You Have Never Loved Anything Like I Have Loved
You Cannot Understand That This Hate It Burns True And Through
Hate True And Through

We Are Beaten Down By This World…
Ostracized, Wayward Son Bewildered By Their Complacency
“Your Master Has Provided Distractions, You Barely Own Anything
You Are Only Given Enough So That You Just Keep Your Mouth Shut

Loving Hero
Turned Anti-Hero
One Step From Raving Madman
He Hates The Violators As He Does The Fools He Desperately Tries To Save

I Am Just A Man
This Burnt Out Shell Of A Man Exists Amongst The Damage Done For Their Lust
Resources Selfishly Squandered So A Few Can Indulge In Their Pleasures,
And Acquire All Worldly Possessions
This World Is Not Enough To Slake Their Blood Thirst For Power
In Love With Hating Everything The Masses Insist Is The Answer
This Bastard Sword Cuts Deep, Aflame With Hatred Burning
True And Through