It's calling, out to those who think they're free.
Stop living by the boundaries of the recreants who cast us into grey.
The selfish have made us this way.


We are nothing but tampered matter, altered to believe our mind's are free.
I've moved mountains just to have a chance at being free.


I am the violent vindicator.


I'm calling for help, but I'm calling out in silence.
Breathe in, breathe out.
I'm running out of breathe.

Save me.

Extend your hands of death.


Can you calculate death & decay, when my desperate questions are cast away.
Now I've learnt that fear is the cause of isolation.

I am the advocate to the blind.

I'll alleviate my senses to try and comprehend,

Just what's hidden underneath this veil.
I've spent my life searching for the keys to the kingdom.


I am precursor of bad luck, a foreteller of force that will blow the world away.
We will not live in ruin, we are the keeper's of the keys.


We'll never be free.