• Within us lies so much power,
    That energy you feel tingling when you sense it,
    The pulsing of your heart collides with it,
    and damnation seems intermittent,
    Death is new,
    when you can sense it,
    so is rebirth,
    should you believe it,
    Oh the roads do roll with it,
    and power undermining within it more,
    Holy nothing,
    Blasphemer unrepentant,
    should be rewarded should not chaos destroy it,
    without reign and truth,
    is why it existed,
    speak not on religion am i so relentless
    Ask not the questions,
    when you are the puppet,
    sadly i can never say whats true or not,
    for by so doing,
    i am undoing,
    progress remade,
    forged but not cooled,
    so the metal doth break,
    and need reforge,
    Holding you,
    so full of hope,
    let not me be overwhelmed,
    with too much cold,
    puppet,
    puppet,
    my stringed little toy,
    i release you from them,
    so you may cry,
    and smile,
    and not be my toy,
    yet will you come back,
    as my eyes,
    when i become blind.....
    And World's Collide.....