Tekster: The Final Burden. Subjection.

Sitting on the end of time. My departure from hell is my plan. So long to everyone that has cared. I hope someday to shake hands and embrace again. The unraveling has begun, last words escape my lips. I am truly grateful for all this world given to me. Its my time to give back to the things that have fed me. Its my time to give back to the things that have fed me. Tears can?t hold us back now just know I am one. Bliss can?t hold you back now, recognize perfection. And for once I have found my peace. And to those waiting its going to be glorious. When I wage war, its you that dies. But at this time I don?t require you. I am nothing but a dead man walking. I am nothing but a dead man walking. Life is obsolete. Try to mold me with your promise of hope