Lies, misery, a hatred in disguise
Tyranny in death, the ruler of the skies
Elysium, Paradise, lies for your denial
A lasting impression to fool the mind
Murder, conscience, a void of morality
Possession is mine, the talent of deceit
To inhabit a host, a soul in my command
The victim I seek is a mask for my hate
I have found a soul, the perfect host
A creature of comfort, afraid of his future
My murderous intent will drive him to his fate
Young and naive, ripe for the taking
In want of need, liberation in passing
I know the truth is an enemy of mine
Shut off your mind and come with me
Bow down to my creed, sign on this line
I won't make you: You'll give up for free
Taking your heart, stealing your soul
Subversion to my cause: Give till it hurts
I have won the mercy of this man
The guilt, the power of despair
I am God to this fool
Mental degradation
Murder, conscience, a void of morality
Possession is mine, the talent of deceit
To inhabit a host, a soul in my command
The victim I own is a mask for my hate
Bow down to me
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Lies, misery, a hatred in disguise
Tyranny in death, the ruler of the skies
Elysium, Paradise, lies for your denial
A lasting impression to fool the mind
Murder, conscience, a void of morality
Possession is mine, the talent of deceit
To inhabit a host, a soul in my command
The victim I seek is a mask for my hate
I have found a soul, the perfect host
A creature of comfort, afraid of his future
My murderous intent will drive him to his fate
Young and naive, ripe for the taking
In want of need, liberation in passing
I know the truth is an enemy of mine
Shut off your mind and come with me
Bow down to my creed, sign on this line
I won't make you: You'll give up for free
Taking your heart, stealing your soul
Subversion to my cause: Give till it hurts
I have won the mercy of this man
The guilt, the power of despair
I am God to this fool
Mental degradation
Murder, conscience, a void of morality
Possession is mine, the talent of deceit
To inhabit a host, a soul in my command
The victim I own is a mask for my hate
Bow down to me
Tyranny in death, the ruler of the skies
Elysium, Paradise, lies for your denial
A lasting impression to fool the mind
Murder, conscience, a void of morality
Possession is mine, the talent of deceit
To inhabit a host, a soul in my command
The victim I seek is a mask for my hate
I have found a soul, the perfect host
A creature of comfort, afraid of his future
My murderous intent will drive him to his fate
Young and naive, ripe for the taking
In want of need, liberation in passing
I know the truth is an enemy of mine
Shut off your mind and come with me
Bow down to my creed, sign on this line
I won't make you: You'll give up for free
Taking your heart, stealing your soul
Subversion to my cause: Give till it hurts
I have won the mercy of this man
The guilt, the power of despair
I am God to this fool
Mental degradation
Murder, conscience, a void of morality
Possession is mine, the talent of deceit
To inhabit a host, a soul in my command
The victim I own is a mask for my hate
Bow down to me