It's your way
Left astray
Mould the clay

But you crave
Soul to slave
Coldest grave

It's your call
Freedom fall
Tedium wall

It's all fake
In your wake
Be your sake

It's all coming back
High contrast black

Born on stone
All alone
All but tone

Filter hurt
Wash the dirt
Friend avert

Break the men
Conquer them
Once again

Seal the fate
Turning hate
Burning state