Confusion leads to anger
Pleasure follows pain.
Confided by my hatred
And these scars I sustain.
Many cannot realise what is in-between
Everything confusion is… is blinded by belief.

There has been a tragedy somewhere between the lines
I must live so many lies, so many lives opposed to mine
There has been a tragedy somewhere between the lines
One day I will fall, and the world must come down with me.

I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall
I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall
I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall
I am not the victim here, I am not the victim here

Devoured by anxiety, the state of mind
Emboweled with sin’s entity; engulfed by time
While monumental figures display father’s son
Security and weakness like a loaded gun

For father as I knew him, and knew him as love
Eternal hope from rosaries and kingdom come
A human’s handbook for a fool has been portrayed
Americanism arrogance for everyday

Annihilate and segregate senses atrophied.
Or fall and kneel for forgiveness relentlessly
These are now my choices that I cannot hide
For such a shame theirs nothing left between the lines

I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall
I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall
I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall
I am not the victim here, I am not the victim here

And I will never feel the satisfaction of god
I will never feel the satisfaction of love
If I could choose I’d burn us all
If I could choose I’d burn us all
And I will never feel the satisfaction of faith
I will never be content with this place
If I could choose I’d burn us all
If I could choose I’d burn us all

A nation of destruction, a world were Heresy is the unwritten Social policy
And at the same time individuality is based
Upon how well we can imitate goals
Sustain your reality; sustain your perception,
Hopelessly oblivious toward your own minds,
As animalistic needs overwhelm each moment.
A million lies will cover up a fragment in time
As each sin begins where will the beauty fit in.
A repercussion to your own demise.

I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall
I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall
I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall
I am not the victim here, I am not the victim here
I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall
I am not the victim here, I am not the victim here

And I will never feel the satisfaction of god
I will never feel the satisfaction of love
If I could choose I’d burn us all, If I could choose I’d burn us all
And I will never feel the satisfaction of faith
I will never be content with this place
If I could choose I’d burn us all, If I could choose I’d burn us all
If I could choose I’d burn us all, If I could choose I’d burn us all