Your Own Demise - Tad Morose

Bleeders, bow to me

Worthless, useless

Undivine, on your knees

Grasp your weakness

Benevolence misdirected

To attain selfish needs

All else neglected

As long it is not you who bleed

The architect for the situation

The so called good one…

Succumb to my greatness

Realise my eminence

Inferior and mindless

You bring about your end

The architect for the situation

The so called good one…

The time has come to realise

You bring about your own demise

You put your trust in gods

A confusing void within you

Sheltered by the unknown

You’re sure the lie is true

Once I was the bringer of light

Loved by all

Except the «good one»

The time has come to realise

You bring about your own demise

The world is ending, rest assured!