Your painful, silent touch, a violation Oppression, our voice, an isolation You torture the defenseless And slaughter the helpless The powerless your witness of Your filthy consciousness The muffled screams of the innocent You rape to kill, to annihilate This red room, your kingdom Here in solitude The prisoners devoured By raging flames Burning bridges Your belligerence consumed Confessions to your God not dissolved nor removed A silent witness searching for some vengeance The grey sky above Consumes me with their ashes As I carve these words into your remembrance I promise that this will hurt you You will feel it like I do (when you fall) (I'm a strategy working toward your destruction. You'll become the prisoner of your own mind.)