Fledgling you are unworthy of flight
It was only till this moment you’ve denied the light
Filthy hands you’ve muddied your soul
You’ve marked yourself branded yourself
Untouchable the jester too can reign
A Hidden agenda there will only be pain
I’ll be laughing
Lonely is the fool at the top of the hill
Forfeit his mind in pursuit of expansion of will
What was the catalyst What pushed him to break
How much conspiracy can one mind take
Fledgling you are unworthy of flight
It was only till this moment
You’ve denied the light
A mountain before you
An orgy of snakes
A monument to buried lies
Put down by the fakes
They won’t seem to listen
No matter how loud the screams
Feel me feel me do you feel feel me
Filthy hands you’ve muddied your soul
You’ve marked yourself branded yourself
Untouchable the jester too can reign
A Hidden agenda there will only be pain
Poison mad man’s knowledge
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