Thulium Shapes Of Things To Come
Born and raised
Forged and blazed
In a perfect mould where I've seen my life from a different angle
Becoming what I despise
Pretending within disguise
Trying to keep a low profile, and let this life pass me by
Cross my heart and hope to die
Embrace guilt and walk the mile
Cross your heart and hope to die
But if you don't…here's a taste of things to come
Rid of me
Setting free
My inner rage, these hatred years from a psycho in the making
This abortion
Absolution
You'll learn at your expense that attack is the best form of defence
No more will I refuse to fight
Sharp as a knife, larger than life
I bring a pain, you can't restrain
I won’t contain
You've branded me, I'll brand you too! You've bullied me, I'll bully you!
I'm not one you can tame
You can't defeat me at my own game
Soon you'll find your concern, in what I've held
You've been trespassing, crossing lines with the troops you gathered to start a new campaign
They were drawn for a reason; still you crossed, tried to walk in my shoes and chose the way of the Machiavellian
You walked, you ran, you danced! So you wanna dance? I'll make you dance!
And this…is retribution to those who once sold me out!
I'm not one you can tame
You can't defeat me at my own game
Soon you'll find your concern, in what I've held
in shapes of things to come
in shapes of things to come
in shapes of things to come!
