A fallen mastermind

Decides to free his kind

And under the spell

Of oppression... He will

We have all done hard time

A visceral assembly

Can remind those

Who have gone cold

It's a place they once called home



My station in life was too easy

I had to end that all

I adverted to more jagged incisions...

They leave you callused



A stones throw from the grave

Rehabilitates and paves

A strong foundation

Worthy of mentioning

Let all your hate subside

To trivial follies before the cataclysm

Barricades itself within these walls

The end of the line will start here



My station in life was too easy

I had to end that all

I adverted to more jagged incisions...

They leave you callused

How do we allure to what is right

Instead of conjuring up a hellion

Who believes there really is a choice?

Well... That says it all