As I search for energy to feed my resistance Paths are blocked to decrease my persistence There’s something else that I need A wound that cannot bleed A room with innumerable doors Energy from an endless source
This is my creation Here is no custody Where chaos and order Are replaced by lunacy
Ignore my voice While you’re hunting me down, For I cannot be forced And I cannot be saved
From my own deception Towards structural deceit
I am the God of my own creation I am the deceiver of human perception I will secure the ground on which I stand As it was foretold, deception is at hand
Energy to feed I am not the enemy Structural Deceit We shall stand!
There’s something else that I need A wound that cannot bleed A room with innumerable doors Energy from an endless source