Arriving at the final destination, the one involving,
much deprived leisure.
In it, I find the great departure.
It seems to be, some psychopathic lecture.
Blood on my face, blood on my hands.
This is where, it pays off.
All the yearly plans.
Dead to decide.
Deaf to deceit.
All is lost and all is won.
Never shall I retreat,
I will not become another famous victim to the jaws of defeat.
Pain is on the line,
the one on which I stand.
Across from me is the battering ram,
beating against my head.
It shall fall together, within my heart, it just takes some time.
Fire in my eyes, fire in my soul,
my rampaging desire, is running out of control.
Alive to annihilate, I shall try,
test my fate.
Its in my grasp, the life I once did hate.
To my glory, I dedicate.
my blood, sweat, life.
Into the end I’ll ride,
hanging on to all of my pride.
That is what I shall call,
Dedication, within departure.
In death, I shall find my pleasure. |
