- I Never Was A White Picket Fence Sorta Guy
You run in circles just to feel alive.
This endless cycle must be broken.
Define a role, place me in it.
As you reflect a dark world.
My life inside your distorted eyes.
Your baseless pride and such damning lies.
Differences you won't realize.
Differences you can't compromise.
- I Never Was A White Picket Fince Sorta Guy
You run in circles
just to feel alive.
This endless cycle
must be broken.
Define a role,
place me in it.
As you reflect
a dark world.
- Purging Of The Wicked
The stench of charred remains cascades outward,
Draining life from huddled masses
Black out the names, forget their faces
Without a trace, they disappear
They prayed for this, such intrinsic, beneficial genocide
This life is so full of possibilities
That we must purge ourselves of this disgrace
Please wait, perhaps we should think this through
- Raise The Banner
I tried so hard to find solace.
Instead I found discomfort.
I had one chance to learn from mistakes
That I had once made.
One more decision that will come to haunt me.
Resort to violence and it will get hard to see
Through the eyes of an unsuspecting victim.
Blinded by fear and prejudice,
- To Bree Or Not To Bree
On a quest to save the princess from the beast we mount our steeds
Through mountain passages the battle rages on
In victory and defeat, our battle will be won
As great enough to hold the horizon
The dragon falls by my sword
In vain and chivalry I claim this beast as mine
On its remains we dine