I'm holding on this time. But does it matter? Caught in the hangman's noose. Black sheep not from your herd, I am condemned to find my own way through. A bleak existence and little reward, by end of days, gone mad. I seek no glory, no-one to envy. Another chapter through.
I am the one that's seen and never heard. A distant memory in whispered words. And I too was once a broken man. BUT THIS CHANGE IN ME HAS NOT BEEN EASY!
These day's I live for now are in my dreams. These words that once rang true are now infested with lies.
We are a disease. A deadly outbreak. We are a plague called life. We are the force fed from open hands. Unless we break the hold. We will not repent. We will not regret. In pain we scream their names. We won't stop fighting, but find a reason for those who died in vein.
IT'S THE END OF DAYS! IT'S THE END OF DAYS! IT'S THE END OF DAYS! (REACH FOR ETERNITY!) (4, 3, 2, 1) IT'S THE END OF DAYS!
These day's I live for now are in my dreams. These words that once rang true are now infested ... WITH... LIES! WITH LIES! WITH LIES! WITH LIES!
INSIDE I AM THE BROKEN DREAMS OF MAN! I WILL DENY AN AGE OF SUFFERING! DESTROY THE FOUNDATIONS ON WHICH YOU STAND! I AM THE GOD YOU'RE WAITING FOR!
These day's I live for now are in my dreams. These words that once rang true... are in my dreams... ...are now infested WITH... THESE... LIES!