Psycroptic

Correct mistakes of blood Follow the ruler to usurp the crown Take what is not bestowed by lineage Take what can never be handed The averted gaze of arrogance; ripe for the knife Flinch not Carve a new future Forge it by force Hesitate now and foreve

Waging a battle where there can be no victor An immortal army of one... Myself The enemy... A truth that cannot be faced Controller of fate? I'm it's feeble servant! Free to chose anything that my will desires Yet no alternatives exist I do not want

Waking each dawn if it was the first Sleep eroding all trace of a past With only vivid dreams intact I foresee all that will become A prophet unaware... a reluctant oracle I remain naive and innocent Tainted only by the knowledge of a sinister future