I felt your scroll
Taking control
Using up my armory (Satellite) and crumbling it whole
I gave my all to send forgiveness but it didn't help
My soul knew what was at it's door and it was bringing hell
Down the path to righteous death
Down the wrath of consciousness
Down my pass to launder it
Dawn seeks more of it's new friends
Back to work at the graveyard shift
Blocking out my saved art pit
Clocking down to the moonlight's gift
Docking around this wound I sift
It gives me nothing but it's rift
It gives me something to regret
I pull my hands over my head
And think what can I do about it
Down the path to righteous death
Down the wrath of consciousness
Down my pass to launder it
Dawn seeks more of it's new friends