The gloves have been removed
Lets see it to the end
May the better man prevail

With hopes that we can bring
Some closure to this nightmare
Never speak of this again


They say kill your idols
Yet idols are the source of inspiration

With one exception
When the chosen prove to be
Everything but what they are


Slipping through the cracks
Creating peace of mind

Quaintly slithers down your back
Undetected, creeps behind
Siphoning the very structure

Built upon false pretenses

Crumbled reality

Welcomes lividity
It's becoming real
Let's put a stop to this

The past reveals
What you have become


A boundless black oasis
Consuming swelling scorn
A helpless apparition

Refusing to make right
What's been destroyed by your hand


When all has been forsaken
I will be the one
To hold you to this promise

This war has come to you

There will no longer be carnage

In the house of brothers
This game of smoke and mirrors
Has been revoked