False Angels

Sadness and progression
Leads to aggression
And the bloodied recession
Take your toll on me
There are many to feed
So plant the seed

We've plotted the mind
Now we take control
Make up for lost time
You shall not know
You take the will
To keep the holes
Stiffly, I remain
Untouched to show

Life turns to an obsession
A painful regression
The forsaken intuition
One god on a journey alone
This is your personal road
With no way to go

We can't decide
If you should live or die
So we will make due
Whilst controlling you
Possibility
Limitations pulling
My strings, can't decide
If you should die

All ways out have been disabled
You are forced to see the fable
Within your eyes you're speaking
But all the lies are leaking
Bellow out your desperate cry
To feel the birth of those who lie
Crawling out of its own faith
As the remaining time comes to late