The Warden:
Well, Now I’m torn apart with nothing left to gain
Darkness take me over, thoughts of hate please fill my brain.
With a tortured soul I tried to fight on.
But now the last bits of of hope are gone.
The transformation is completed.
My emotions cheated.
So I can suffer no more.
Allegiance to the Asylum on the edge I swore.
So I can rage upon this Battlefield some more.
Cause life is like a whore.
Only when you got something to offer will it love you.
But when you have nothing left, hell and back you will go through!
A fucking lot was taken from me.
Because the simple gifts are not given to me you see?
That makes it better for me to flee.
Because of this war, there is nothing left of me.
I fell into the Abyss, and learned the way of the Darkness within.
And found the pleasure of sin.
Aah sweet redemption in the form of destruction.
Destroying your mind like an old construction.
An old and abandoned piece of shit.
Just one quick and last hit…
The Provoker:
Although everything seems fine.
There is always a voice inside.
Screaming to come out, but no one ever hears it.
No words to describe it a bit.
Killing every emotion.
Until there will be an explosion.
And we all break down sometime.
Sharing your thoughts feels like committing a crime.
A crime with self-hate as result.
The world turned into a cult.
All shall fall, and all shall fade.
For we destroyed what we made.