Resurrect The Reaper

Forever I walk this darkened, wretched path, to create my
own false reality,
Consider me gone, banished from society
no more than four years ago, and i regret nothing.

For
they are the brainwashed succumbed to be self loathing
slaves, they're ignorant to ideals
I speak of, I teach
of, I preach of, I live by, an eternity of torment could
never entice me to trade.

The years I've forsaken
them, a miserable, inhuman race
I refuse to be like one of
them, like one of you, the comatose, the mass produced, the
lost souls marching in unison to their graves.
 [bad word] the
idea of fate, its pathetic,
Ill create my own destiny, Ill
never stop until I achieve global domination.

lost
creation

Resurrect the reaper, clear these [bad word] clones, bare witness to the bloodshed brewing in my bones,
I'll mutilate machines, slit their [bad word] throats,
society is doomed
Eradicate entity, send them all to hell,
feel the [bad word] force that you have let prevail, I am now
your prophet, i am now your god

I will ensure the
downfall of the world,
Speak these words unspoken, Such an
ugly reality, this existence is false
I hold the key to
salvation,

To reality, a lost creation
This false
existence crushing down on me

I hold the key to
salvation
I speak these words, unspoken
lost creation,
ensuring the downfall of the world.