Blackwater

I can hear them inside my head Reverberations of a language long dead.
Pigmented words from a time before the lightAll I can hear is a shade of red.
I dare not stray from the path that was chosen for me, Allocated by a greater
strength, Something they could not foresee
Enlighten me to the master plan, What does this life really mean?
We’re all engineered for hopelessness, A defective design.
Tested by the worst that you can throw my way, I’ll push on through the gloom,
I won’t permit this wasteland to be my tomb.
We all have demons But yours are unneededYour sin, depletedMy sympathy for you
(Willows)You can’t escape elimination; a defective design.
Your existence in this world is nothing But a frail excuse to engineer my fear.
You don’t hold the keys anymore.
You don’t belong here.
(Observer)This time I am beyond your lifeless boundary. I will end your woeful
existence Life leecher How does it fucking feel?