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The path I set out on took a turn when the axis shifted.

This is not the life I envisioned!

What's done is done, the crime is committed.

Now the beast has come home to roost.

He returns with blood on his hands.

Caught in the trap of meeting

The laws of supply and reprimand.

My blood is boiling!

I can't feel my own skin, though I can see it crawling.

Can't expose all these sins, but I can see them falling.

There's no escape from building tension.

The pressure valve has been refitted.

A lost plot in constant revision.

A rising storm that's never abated.

You can't know enough 'til too much, the envelope is decimated.

Too far gone now to reverse my course and be subjugated.

My blood keeps boiling!

I can't feel my own skin, though I can see it crawling.

Can't expose all these sins, but I can see them falling down.

This is a labour of hate.

Falling down!

This is a labour of hate.

Falling down!

This is how I choose to survive, the only way I know to exist.

The road is hard and the cost is high, but I was built for this!

But I was built for this, my labor of hate.

I can't feel my own skin, though I can see it crawling.

Can't expose all these sins, but I can see them falling down.

This is a labour of hate.

Falling down!

This is a labour of hate.

Falling down!