To revolt is to conform

The game of mine now it's rule

The escape becomes the brig

A step ahead - what was mine belongs to it

Black blood of corruption, filled with hate

Overflowing, pumping in my sickly veins

Thickening and boiling, pressure of rage

In a cage, life leading to rampage

If I stop now, what will they do?

Will they see, will they care?

Rancor, anguish, suffering, dread

Y marks this day: no more killing

Anticipating, staring at the lens

Praying for war, praying for death

Wanting for pain, wishing to die, but speaking not

In wait lie, In wait lie, reverse the curse, from the inside

In wait lie, waiting to die, give me my war, cowards

Praying for war... Praying for death...

Wanting for pain... wishing to die...

Minding the kills... Hearing the calls...

Fearing no hell... In wait I lie so still...

A grin besmears my clammy face

As rain trickles down my slitdow

The cold relieves my hot head

At least I know they're coming