To revolt is to conform   The game of mine now it's rule   The escape becomes the brig   A step ahead - what was mine belongs to it      Black blood of corruption, filled with hate   Overflowing, pumping in my sickly veins   Thickening and boiling, pressure of rage   In a cage, life leading to rampage   If I stop now, what will they do?   Will they see, will they care?   Rancor, anguish, suffering, dread      Y marks this day: no more killing   Anticipating, staring at the lens   Praying for war, praying for death   Wanting for pain, wishing to die, but speaking not      In wait lie, In wait lie, reverse the curse, from the inside   In wait lie, waiting to die, give me my war, cowards      Praying for war... Praying for death...   Wanting for pain... wishing to die...   Minding the kills... Hearing the calls...   Fearing no hell... In wait I lie so still...      A grin besmears my clammy face   As rain trickles down my slitdow   The cold relieves my hot head   At least I know they're coming