Well… That says it all A fallen mastermind
Decides to free his kind
And under the spell
Of oppression… He will
We have all done hard time
A visceral assembly
Can remind those
Who have gone cold
It’s a place they once called home
My station in life was too easy
I had to end that all
I adverted to more jagged incisions…
They leave you callused
A stones throw from the grave
Rehabilitates and paves
A strong foundation
Worthy of mentioning
Let all your hate subside
To trivial follies before the cataclysm
Barricades itself within these walls
The end of the line will start here
My station in life was too easy
I had to end that all
I adverted to more jagged incisions…
They leave you callused
How do we allure to what is right
Instead of conjuring up a hellion
Who believes there really is a choice?

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