The patterns have been set into play
Underestimated and over thought
This life is in a complex state
Finally at its climax just ready to explode
Stimulated by the worst of characters
Abused and left to suffer
Cause of matters she could, not control
Outnumbered by those who supposedly
Have a righter way
Who preach in the name of their holy father
Expressing more hate than the ones they say to fear
Her face battered
Her life destroyed
By those who she held dear
And was betrayed by the delusioned
The pain is unbearable
A cure is so desired
A witch burning of the innocent
This fire will never expire
She wont let go!
She wont let go
The war machine known as society
A deadly arsenal of hate
They parade us to tombs, boats, and birds
For the journeys of the dead
Life is now a time memorialized
In stone
Even swift sails and forbidden fish
Couldnt bring her back
The harsh life of a free thinker
Considered the devils horde
The thought process looked down upon
Because it lacks the weak minded agenda
The message in stones
Centuries of decline
A long search for a forgotten
Peace
An Ailment of the mind
The pain is unbearable
A cure is so desired
A witch burning of the innocent
This fire will never expire
The beast is a dead king
A deathless faith in a dying state
The beast is a dead king
This tremendous corruption morgue