Follow me, my childe, we're going for a ride
Hold me close as you watch worlds collide.
Flying past each and every star
Left in the dust 'cause we're raising the bar.

Your soul inside is what I've slain
Crawl back to your master, you're at the end of your chain
You need to be in power, you need to have control
You've tried to get free, but he won't let you go.

Voices echoing inside your head
Realizing you're not alone. Bam. You're dead.
Stagger slowly, weak at the knees
Lifeless bodies hanging from trees.

Flames engulf, and burn without a sound
Wreathed in agony, darkness all around.
You glide upon an air of shameful grace
Eyes glare back from your scarlet face.

This is MY anthem, this is my beat
Daggers pierce your body as you're swept off your feet.
I'm killing this man,
but you just don't seem to understand.

I bleed for them, and I bleed for you
Everyday, it seems I bleed for someone new.
Heretic. Judgemental Piety.
F**k off, with your "righteous" clarity.

I don't write about horsies, or dryads in forests
I write about truth, more or less.
Let me drop you a subtle hint,
I don't show happiness, not even a glint

All the money in the world can't buy happiness
Material Contentment. Your soul's been effaced.
Artifice my master: Death it's slave
You won't stop the suffering, till you put me in my grave.

You wanted to hear some new s**t,
Well, obviously this aint it.
I'll grab the knife and cut you loose
Only to run into me and my noose.

They set you free and yet you die..
Why do you keep buying their lie?

-Elijah Imperil

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Midsummer, in the year 149 MA.