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