Atavism Ii

I've been to this place before

I'm fighting a silent war with you

I've carried this cross for too long

Nailed to my body bleeding

And off of my blood you're feeding

You buried your thorns around my bed

Memories of caterwaul

Resound against the hand of violence

Randomly decides the fate of man

While inside your callous dreams I'm banging

on the gates of sorrow

Trying to find a way to understand

You think the truth will set you free

While you're still rotting here with me

Your subtle adaptation

Was my extermination

And now your lies have conquered me

You think the past will come alive

And with that hopeless faith you strive

My fate's beyond selection

Your flaws beyond correction

Only the weakest will survive

You think the truth will set you free

I'll test your idle prophecy

Your lies are all recessive

My truth is retrogressive

More than you're likely to foresee