Trapped in a lost world of brutality. So weak are the ones that must rely on shock. To push this so called force that inspires their call. To be extreme so it seems is a mental crutch. To cover up for those that are completely out of touch. Say what you want, I know the truth when it comes to your kind.
In time we'll see who lasts. In time you will disappear. Who are you to question my sincerity. For now you are high on yourself. Drowning in your dreams of misguided hope. To be extreme so it seems is a mental crutch. To cover up for those that are completely out of touch.