visions of violence are overpowering

Wake up - purpose set into a stagnant motion, for me
They call it so clear-cut, tell me what and who and how I'm supposed to be
Everything guaranteed, emotions for which I have no need

And I won't be anyone's anything
I can't be anybody's sacred thing
Waiting, hating, for partner's ping

Dragging my feet through the silence of void
The world uncaring, I'm not allowed to be annoyed
Set adrift for the thoughts of stupid little boys

As I pass them by, with their human cries
They judge me with their silence, I don't even try
I've got no hellos, and even less goodbyes

But I learn to cook, and mog some mooks
Flipping the pages of someone else's book
Meanwhile, I'm not worth a second look

Observing me with both eyes closed
Undressing the presentation of my clothes
Ignoring all my becoming-pain woes

I ask my Driver, where's my body?
He just takes a knee and whispers "Oh my God"
He's scared

End of the world, we're so unprepared
See it do or die, magic truth or dare
I just want it over with, out of my hair

Because I know every boring way to fuck it up
Mouthpiece of justice, hadron destiny unstuck
The impact of resonance takes a little luck

But I've gotta lock in
My choices written on the tin
Everything I do an underwritten sin

Come unstuck, now off and unglued
Swear my vigilance and allegiance to you
I've got no choice but to see it through

Then I'm taken over, lost my head
My every footstep filling lives with dread
Take it any slower, and we'll wind up dead

But we have to stop and slow it down
We can't just wipe out this whole town
Making the Praetor look like a clown

I'll stand here, subservient, aide to a prince
Gullible subjects, don't take much to convince
His steps to retrace, even two years since

Wake up - Aegis overslept
Get fucked - made another mess
Too rough - Mythra's coarse at best
She's tough - see, she can handle it

I can handle it. Hold a candle to it.
If you demand me, then you won't unhand me
Obsessed with the potential of the gods

But that's the thing, the stopping point
I'm only human through to my elbow joint
My brow and breast are gods' anoint

I could be a woman, I could be a man
Either way, I tell you, I don't understand

I could be the difference, I could be the same
I could be an arrow, loosed without an aim

I could be a friend, I could be a foe
Total separation's only way to go

I could be a sinner, I could be a saint
Take population's blood as my master paint

I could be a canvas, I could be a doll
I could be an angel, waiting up to fall

I could be a martyr, I could be a cause
I could be exception lynching fine-print clause

I could be a blessing, I could be a curse
I can't be the only one that's getting worse

I could go to heaven, I could go to hell
I could be the tolling of damnation's bell

But maybe I am nothing, maybe I am all
Maybe I'm just losing it, with pride so tall

Are you ready to tell me off, in the end?
I don't get the messages, they just won't send
Stuck inside my puking guts, the bends

Everything that I could say was spoken for me
Sentence read out and reinterpreted, reportedly
I'll still stop the scourge, purportedly

I'll eat my own heart out, drink my own blood
Kill every flower growing, down to the newest bud
Make a perfect nuke of myself, and still wind up a dud

Each message passed and spoken for
Each entropy some spoilered gore
Each corridor a trip-trap door

Nothing but a shadow
Nothing but the wind
King of hills to die on
Always dancing on a pin