Fists of judgement
Always carried fury
Into the mind works
Unaware of detriment for a higher wealth
Ruling over what can't be tamed
Sending the pleaded spirit into a world of its own shame

Years turned to haze as the dream spread
Creating worlds of reigning misery
Battling positivity
Surmounting surroundings of fear tales darkly hidden away
To rain upon those who are set for despair

There were never any roads to choose as it's all a big game

Driving a vortex to sweep up such innocence
Being frowned against
There's an ultimate supremacy

Demanding a change for the ruins ahead
Showering from tombstones to come
Bewaring the nightmares
Haunting the foreseen

Falling to mist feeling the drift being pulled away
From the grip of being saved
There's no atmosphere

Transforming like an anarchistic machine
To gladiate and win over the mirage of belief