Blackwater - Enfield

I can hear them inside my head Reverberations of a language long dead.

Pigmented words from a time before the lightAll I can hear is a shade of red.

I dare not stray from the path that was chosen for me, Allocated by a greater

strength, Something they could not foresee

Enlighten me to the master plan, What does this life really mean?

We’re all engineered for hopelessness, A defective design.

Tested by the worst that you can throw my way, I’ll push on through the gloom,

I won’t permit this wasteland to be my tomb.

We all have demons But yours are unneededYour sin, depletedMy sympathy for you

(Willows)You can’t escape elimination;

a defective design.

Your existence in this world is nothing But a frail excuse to engineer my fear.

You don’t hold the keys anymore.

You don’t belong here.

(Observer)This time I am beyond your lifeless boundary.

I will end your woeful

existence Life leecher How does it fucking feel?