A consequence of technology Colliding head on into disgraced humanity Sometimes it’s wrong, sometimes it’s right Constantly torn between the Darkness and the Light Enemies raging behind my eyes Shadows caress me while whispering their lies Hell calls my name as the Heavens cry I don’t know what to do so I keep praying for the end of time See the world through eyes of coal, this sprawling wasteland of my soul A mind of darkness, heart of light. I am Onyx, black and white Save me from this paradigm, save me from the end of time