Secrets In The Hallway

Pour the fuel for the war machines; grease your weapons raw

An army of cloned splinters, a vast destructive claw

To cleave down all the impotence that man has sought to fake

This day, my proxy-brothers, an old man’s world we take

These foundations are fragile, cannot be put to threat

Don’t you dare, my brother, foil the plans we’ve set

And while the world kept turning, the architect arose

Conductor of the brutal symphony that he composed

The dawn upon a new age of a feral hateful scheme

A throne that’s built from future graves

And a crown of shattered dreams

Break communications, set the traps we need

First we take the shoreline cities then, my lord, we puncture in

I want to see their leaders begging as they bleed

I want to tear their human hearts and flay their blotted skin

Don’t forget my brother, you ambitious little fiend

This conflict’s resolution states that we will win

And while the world kept turning, the architect arose

Conductor of the brutal symphony that he composed

The dawn upon a new age of a feral hateful scheme

A throne that’s built from future graves

And a crown of shattered dreams

Degenerating into the decadence of what I mustn’t be

While the consequences of my decisions

Are deformed by these impious three

The uncertainty that broke my inflamed bones

Has now outgrown the boundaries of my private throne

Why you seem so lost, lord? We’ve just begun

We’ll thrive and cast a shadow over every rising sun

Our divisions all stand ready to savor victory

Let the green flame now engulf everything you see

And while the world kept turning, the architect arose

Conductor of the brutal symphony that he composed

The dawn upon a new age of a feral hateful scheme

A throne that’s built from future graves

And a crown of shattered dreams

And while I’m still breathing, the architect arose

The conductor of the brutal symphony that he composed

(I’m still breathing; I’m the conductor, shattered dreams)

The dawn upon a new age of somberness and rigor

(He is still breathing; he’s the conductor; he is the architect)

The dawn upon a new age of somberness and rigor

A throne that’s build from wasted youth

And my vacant, shattered dreams

I’m still breathing