1. The Bonds Of Those Who Have No Understanding
Of Consequence
2. Love Is The Fall Of Every Man
3. When One Bests Defeat
The Bonds Of Those Who Have No Understanding
Of Consequence
Death will end the weakness I am a violent tendency
sparked by the words of the world An isolated integrity employing wisdom
learned through the search for the truth Searching to no avail Those enlightened
abandon hope for truth Those enlightened trust no one I've lived so openly
and have been so naive to think that any man can be believed I will pledge
no alliegence to a defect and within this resistance I am liberated I repel
the weakness and side strongly with virtue I resist insincerity I resist
humanity There is no person's promise that can not be broken One more time
Only death will end the weakness Anyone can comfort me with promises again
I know Wading through deceit and lies to end in the arms of mistrust An
embrace I've grow to despise All are insincere.
Love Is The Fall Of Every Man
I stand on the edge of destruction, emotionally
ruined by the warmth I most desire. I will not fall prey to love
of a human kind, for love is weakness. Love is the fall of every
man. Take this heart you've claimed, and as it numbs your hands know
the flame is dead and will no longer burn. This body will never pain
again. This mind knows no wound. Though I am of flesh, this
flesh will not consume me as it has destroyed so many before. This
body will never pain again. This mind knows no wound. The flame
is dead. Left only with ashes of memories that renew faith in hate,
and my faith in myself. Nothing can break me. Nothing can break
me. Nothing can break me. This heart remains free from the
burden of love, yet this heart will be sustained. No hope.
No compassion. I fill my heart with strength... strength... strength...
strength... strength... strength... strength... strength.
When One Bests Defeat
The vigor in my soul won't stand for this anymore
The potency that is my being is far ruin Far from silenced And far from
death With Severed legs I'd walk with intent to prosper A body plauged
with sickness and still I'd dare to dream For I can Breathe my blood is
fire and I bleed life The defeatest is dead No remorse for that man who
dies A sad bitter man whose contempt for himself exceded his contempt for
the world No remorse for those who chis spirit A sad bitter lot whose lack
of insight left a man broken Left many broken The disenchanted led by the
frightened only blessed With the absence of respect A world enslaved by
itself but one was reborn to conquer I climb to the crest and strive to
climb higher At the core of my being is vitality that will not die My blood
is fire and I bleed life My blood is fire.