[ Featuring the Power-Ups ]
I'm running the gauntlet with my eyes open wide
Can't help but feeling that I'm blind from behind
The blows rain down from both sides and on high
I can't see the end of the line
Relentless persecution, an axe to grind
Chains wrap around to suppress and bind
Injustice
Distress
Pressing down
On my mind
I'm running the gauntlet with my eyes open wide
Can't help but feeling that I'm blind from behind
The blows are rainning down from both sides and on high
As I reach for the end of the line
The flames are rising higher and the smoke starts to rise
My sanity starts to slip, it was always a disguise
I'm clinging ever tighter to my own misguided lies
And moving always closer to demise
The walls are crashing down, they were flawed by design
An imaginary barrier to the danger just behind
And the terror rushes forth like a raging landslide
Devouring all that it finds
(Epic Drum Break)
I awaken to the burning sky
In awe of a force I cannot defy
It issues ever forth from a well never dry
None have the power to deny
And now, my friend, you will come to find
That the system was flawed by design
By Design
