(Lyrics) Fear that sickness. Fear it's witness. Fear your weakness. Fear that sequence.
The killer- queen seems but redeemed by them horrifying second choices. Monstrosities that only scream, but kindly teach you what remorse is. And now the scene is yet to come, so bang the drums that you rely on. Regardless of of what I've become, I'm still resurrected.
~Fear that sickness~.
(Hope to find a raging fire) to use once the darkest, deepest fake reality comes fourth. (Hope to find that raging fire) before that same fake reality goes up, dissolves ur soul.
So set it off, seeing only my ignorant smile upon ur way of life. I had to cross a simple [single] step over that border- line, ur [my] selfish suicide.
Now post- hypnotically we've been so manipulated by their sources. Conventionalities chopped down the legs of our beloved horses. Still the unknown has overrun the fear receptors up inside us. Now what should scare you is a gun, which u have never tasted.