Из альбома: Minus the Herd
With a dissatisfying taste in my mouth, I swallow what's left of my pride, as I am fed my last meal
Remember how I claimed to be less than a pious being?
You can now leave me father, no words could excuse me now
Now words could excuse me now
Each Iron bar holds a secret meaning, given during my time here
Each Iron bar holds a different face, tarnished before my time here
The once feared "man dressed in black", now a symbol of anticipation
My only regret, not being able to ride my soul of these minacious voices
With time they have grown, colder pushing my ego to an intense solstice
When they come for me, I will not fight
I am ready to go in peace, the time is right
I was foolish to believe, that I could single-handedly save humanity
The sacrifice was offered long before I was conceived
But beware, where I failed Someone will inevitably succeed
Someone will succeed
My legs and arms are now braced tightly
I feel my pulse through theses shackles
Frail and frigid I lay, hopelessly on the confines of the silver table known to me as my death bed
Slowly losing control, growing number
My eyes close
I bid myself farewell
As to those whose lives were lost on the account of these homicides, the sacrifice was offered long before I was conceived
I was conceived