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Drifting through the desolate darkness

Insanity the state of mind

Giving into the evil ways

The destined path of humankind

Instead of quiet there is chaos

Voices growing louder still

Insatiable, their thirst for blood

Demanding once again to kill

Doomed from the beginning, He was born unto an evil sign

Socially an outcast, self conscious in his own mind

The voices they are numerous, some suggesting violent crimes

Promising to stop the talking, Using silence as a bribe

The voices leave him restless, awake at night, never sleeping

The voices are relentless, at all hours, always speaking

The voice of doubt cast shadows, never giving peace of mind

The voices now have gained control, a broken man is all you'll find here

The chosen one, the path of wisdom

His broken mind becomes his prison

Drifting through the desolate darkness

Insanity the state of mind

Giving into the evil ways

The destined path of humankind

Instead of quiet there is chaos

Voices growing louder still

Insatiable, their thirst for blood

Demanding once again to kill

Walking through the crowded streets, moved by someone else's will

Possession by an evil spirit, its intention is to kill

A reason never given, he was always led in secrecy

The only clues that he was given is to fulfill the prophecy

Listen to the voice of reason, I can make them disappear

Just complete the task at hand, then your conscience will be cleared

Nothing there for you to fear, finally some peace of mind

But there's so much more to do, so many of them have to die

here

The chosen one, the path of wisdom

His broken mind becomes his prison

Drifting through the desolate darkness

Insanity the state of mind

Giving into the evil ways

The destined path of mankind

Instead of quiet there is chaos

Voices growing louder still

Insatiable, their thirst for blood

Demanding once again to kill