A Pale Horse And The Story Of The End

Overcome variation for a more reasonable approach of thinking,

Handle these days as if they were your last

Heightened flaws from lost emotion, this routine has leached itself onto me again

Don't let guilt speak loud, too soon for the obvious

Make this action a more sensible conflict

Arguing with parents will modify the heartless

Enlist in this grace, extortion of these words

Develop vocation for insult, your best

Begin extinction of this judgement, forgotten sense

This brigade of uptight citizens, false premise

Back to the days of burning witches, regressed

Complaints and desires

Have you by the throat again

In this sadness, you will find

These are one and the same

Never look back, they will all be waiting

With revenge in their heads

It's about rebellion, now a lost cause,

Of course, I don't expect an answer

Shouldn't we have a more responsible action?

These outbursts are uncalled for

Honor the demons, that reside in your head

Heresy is the only means

Circumstances of this bitterness

This rule over weak standings

The design of stolen ideas

For confusing these masses

Not a chance to advance

Say goodbye to it all

Take these names, insert them into that little black book

Repay a visit to them, once you have filled these veins with hate

Temptation once again, to expose that empty soul

Should have held on to your dreams, now others have taken them for their own

Letting all that you've adored die

Would you have this the last day of your life?

It's another Sunday and the games have just begun

Death of this effigy, watch for the shards of glass as heaven explodes

Time for hell to have it's way with this meaning of the end.