In this world there are leaders.
Both “righteous” and “corrupted”.
Who knows what they really want?
Everyone follows something.
I am tired of people following me mindlessly.
I shall not lead anymore than myself to the eternal damnation that awaits me.
It does not matter what I do to redeem myself, “God” doesn’t believe in second chances.
So bring on the suffering.
I am prepared.
And I’ll suffer with a smile.
I’ve only ever done my best.
But for me, first place was never enough; my irremovable flaw.
Fix me “God”, if you so choose.
Otherwise, prepare yourself.
For there is no rest for those who you’ve wronged.
Right and wrong is merely a concept, another flaw.
Flaws, flaws, flaws.
Words, words, words.
I need nothing.
I hope the feeling is mutual.
A grain of desire will give me the edge I need…
…to finally remain in the solitude I’ve sought for so long.
What can you give to be all alone, when you own nothing at all?
Both “righteous” and “corrupted”.
Who knows what they really want?
Everyone follows something.
I am tired of people following me mindlessly.
I shall not lead anymore than myself to the eternal damnation that awaits me.
It does not matter what I do to redeem myself, “God” doesn’t believe in second chances.
So bring on the suffering.
I am prepared.
And I’ll suffer with a smile.
I’ve only ever done my best.
But for me, first place was never enough; my irremovable flaw.
Fix me “God”, if you so choose.
Otherwise, prepare yourself.
For there is no rest for those who you’ve wronged.
Right and wrong is merely a concept, another flaw.
Flaws, flaws, flaws.
Words, words, words.
I need nothing.
I hope the feeling is mutual.
A grain of desire will give me the edge I need…
…to finally remain in the solitude I’ve sought for so long.
What can you give to be all alone, when you own nothing at all?