"Like a moth drawn to a flame,
Your wings will burn in anguish time after time.
For that is your fate, the fate of the cursed."
Take a deeper breath,
And sense the air around you.
Do you feel the hands of fate
Slowly gripping around your neck?
The hands of fate so gracefully dances within the shadows.
The hands of fate so graciously grants the illusion of freedom.
The hands of fate so carefully lures us to the gallows.
The hands of fate so perfectly executes its agenda.
A vicious cycle, with no escape.
In endless torture we will all remain.
A vicious circle,
eternal torture forever awaits.
Embrace this sorrow, erase your suffering,
no pointless struggle, it's not your game.
These threads that bind our fates,
blood soaked through love and hate.
It's all a vicious cycle, we will never escape.
Within this vile design,
escape is wishful thinking,
our fading souls remain forever enslaved.
Nefarious agenda.
In broken dreams revealed to me , the hands of fate leads us round in circles, taking pieces of our souls with every grain of sand that falls beneath the shadow of the tree of death.
No, I never wanted to break.
I never wanted all this pain that you put me through.
I never wanted love.
I never wanted hate.
The hands of fate presented death in the form of you.
Within this vile design,
escape is wishful thinking,
our fading souls remain forever enslaved.
Embrace this sorrow, erase your suffering,
No pointless struggle, it's not your game.
These threads that bind our fates,
blood soaked through love and hate.
It's all a vicious cycle, we will never escape.
Within this vile design,
escape is wishful thinking,
our fading souls remain forever enslaved.