I am not whom I believed I once was

Now I shall seize the day, ruthless and unrelenting

All dreams of love shall die as cold as abandoned child in the snow

And all visions of hope will burn away like the moth drawn to close to the flame



Cities will crumble, elders shall wither, the earth shall rumble, the children are bitter

The heavens will tremble, as Hades is blackened, your hopes are never realized

Hourglass spins and spins, as every human will sin and sin,

We are just illusions of reality, as reality is an illusion made real by us



Attach your detachment and detach your enactment

The comedy is the tragedy, and the tragedy is the bittersweet melody

Preachers are crucified and the justified are omen of the final hour

Crimson shades decorate their faces, the loving embrace hatred
And an evil smile is the only light I'll ever know again