ONLY ONE MATCH TO IGNITE THE WAR. EASY TO START BUT TO 
END IT'S SO HARD. COMMANDING THE STRINGS OF THIS 
MARIONETTE. THE SERPENT'S FANGS, YEAH YOU MUST NOT TEST. 
FOR IT IS HERE WHERE I MUST REPENT, IT IS HERE WHERE I 
MUST CONSENT TO THE SOUND... CONSENT TO THE SOUNDS OF 
BROKEN GLASS... TO THE SOUNDS OF WAR IN OUR CHAOTIC AGE. 
HOW MANY OF YOU SAY? HOW MANY OF YOU SAY YOU'RE NOT THE 
SLAVE? HOW MANY OF YOU SAY? HOW MANY OF YOU SAY YOU'RE 
NOT TOO BLAME. JUDGMENT SET TO RETALIATE. JUDGMENT SET TO 
ANNIHILATE. PANIC! IN FEAR I FROZE NOW IT'S BRANDED UPON 
MY MIND. I GOT NOTHING TO HIDE. ACCEPT THIS TRUTH LYING 
DEEP INSIDE ME. EMPTY HANDS THAT CONTRIBUTE TO NOTHING. A 
CRYPTIC MIND IS WHERE I HID ALL MY BITTERNESS. INTERNAL 
WAR INSIDE OF MY HEAD THAT PITIES THE FIRE, BUT HARVESTS 
THE FLAME. ONLY ONE MATCH.