Tower 17 - Behemoth (Quiet Pt. 2) Lyrics

This isn't a choice, vicarious pain and pleasure
I've stolen your voice, I will ruin you at my leisure

I am imminent
You cannot deny me
The difference will soon be made clear
Between who will hunt and who will feed

Don't listen to hope
Just listen to me
A harlot peddling beauty
At the footsteps of the mighty

Hope is a disease, do you feel free
Does this feel fair, can you see me
What have we done, who've we become
Encroaching here upon me
Now you've won

All will be finished
All will be quiet

I am a complex delirium
Hope is futile do not run
Fake reality sets up shop
Within our consciousness
I am death