Psycroptic

Waking each dawn if it was the first Sleep eroding all trace of a past With only vivid dreams intact I foresee all that will become A prophet unaware... a reluctant oracle I remain naive and innocent Tainted only by the knowledge of a sinister future

Correct mistakes of blood Follow the ruler to usurp the crown Take what is not bestowed by lineage Take what can never be handed The averted gaze of arrogance; ripe for the knife Flinch not Carve a new future Forge it by force Hesitate now and foreve

Waging a battle where there can be no victor An immortal army of one... Myself The enemy... A truth that cannot be faced Controller of fate? I'm it's feeble servant! Free to chose anything that my will desires Yet no alternatives exist I do not want