• Say goodnight my dear for the sun will not shine
    Upon these abashed lands we hold no holy virtue
    The forgotten and unclaimed souls of the damned
    Can you hear our pained cries or do you not care?

    We whom did as told but were never just good enough.
    Us whom did the dirty work and were just thrown away.
    The puppets whom cry for revenge.
    No more dear mams and sirs.
    We will not back down from the torment

    Hear my immortal scream as I unleash it on free will
    Yes my will that is I have finally gained back what i lost many years ago.
    Before those accursed strings attached themselves to me
    but I do not think I'm broken...
    Just cause I look at the world in a different view.

    I think society could not handle that I didn't want to be its toy anymore.
    Yes, that is it.
    I no longer want to be controlled by the likes of those whom figure they are perfect
    cause none can be perfect in a world made of mishaps and destruction.
    For we are all equally flawed, so I'm happy I'm "broken."

    You want to know why?
    Because on the planes of reality we are the ones who will get farther
    Then any have ever imagined.