From a lingering dream
A wish is born
Steel my mind
For the coming storm
I am the instrument
I am the weapon
All of this is necessary
I will do what is right
Too late to undo this now
Try as you might
Contemplate the promises
The end's still in sight
I am the instrument
I am the weapon
All of this is necessary
I'll destroy what I know
Mired in the fray
Lost sight of home
Nothing more to compromise
Left to atone
On wings of vengeance
This plague is borne
Still my mind
Of this raging storm
No falser yet
Have words ever rung
Than spoken aloud
I'm still a good person
Reaffirm and justify
Know you're the disease
And all of this suffering
Is merely the symptom
Arms crossed
A razor's edge
I am divided
I've been misguided
I've been misguided
I am divided