Drenched in arrogance, nothing left of your humility
A lifetime of broken dreams by your own hands
No contention for betrayal
No rival for the formation of these dying times
Nothing more than an angry child trying to hide from the light
As you search for redemption you will find no one to bare witness to your treachery of lies
A lost soul no one seeks to save, no one seeks to find
Left to fend for yourself
Feeding on misfortunes of those weaker souls starts to take its toll
The imminence, change of heart
The prospect never contemplated by man with the most sinister of goals
This disease has you growing weak and as you seek its release the light it slowly retreats
It's too little to late
It takes a god to define one's fate
It's too convenient to keep to his ways
Not even the sands of time could deliver him from his vengeful life
Bound to these endless lies, you've crossed the line
You've crossed the line
Although you cease to hide
All that you've gained along the way won't save you from the grave
It won't f**ing save you from the grave
Won't save you
It won't f**ing save you