Where do you get the nerve to speak on behalf of those chained to heavens
Faith has never been sufficient enough to carry this on
Take me I’m ready, tear me apart

If death is what you seek no one can it away from you
What you perceive to be real can only survive
Inside a damaged mind
The frost is so inviting, seeking eldritch light
Being held within feel the essence of the bitter end

If I’m denied the right
To hold this world in my hands
And I’ll hold it accountable
and squeeze the hope out of them
As they have done to me
Succumb body, mind and soul
The reaping of the crop
As they have done to me

If death is what you seek no one can it away from you
What you perceive to be real can only survive
Inside a damaged mind
The frost is so inviting, seeking eldritch light
Being held within feel the essence of the bitter end
We saw it written in the stars
beckoning us forward
Restricted by the burden of physical boundaries
Not even deities escape inevitability
Can you feel the impending wraith

If I’m denied the right to hold this world in my hands
As their souls are forged into the ever blinding abyss
We had within our grasp, we let it slip away
In the wake of rapture

The reckoning came in floods
Of intangible occurrences
The sky will open wide
Pouring down
The guilt we feel
Will outlast our children
Destined to return to the dirt of which we sunk into
The grains of time keep falling