Heretic

Indoctrinated from the cradle, but the words hold no resonance Warping perspective to crave to hold onto a fictional ideal Claiming selfless commitment to world domination, fulfilling divine mandate Bent to the anvil, nose to the grind, contentment through submission I rise, under whip and under stone I rise, liars words is all they have I rise, fires of hell burning within me I rise, demons of hell shall hear Dark acts in cold dark places Cold steel, shivering in the blackness The unhinging living terror traveling through darkness To be your undoing, to be your fall I will never see the world through those eyes again Peer into the darkness and the dark looks back at you You may see yourself for what you really are Telling yourself over and over you’re something you’re not