Welcome to your reckoning, the consequences echoing. My body is a temple and I'll burn yours to the ground.

I've waited for this moment to arrive, the day the scene started to die. You hide behind your mates, posts coming up at alarming rates.

Waited for the day it starts to burn, so many lessons you could learn. Instead, white knights come in, to cover their backs and dump you in it. No cloaks and daggers in this mess. What part of this must I dissect?

The predator in the pen? Or the buzzards in the back protecting him.

Hey, welcome to your reckoning, the consequences echoing. My body is a temple and I'll burn yours to the ground.

Statement, statement. Accusation, accusation. Oh, you love the sensation! You'll watch me burn yours to the ground.

Oh how'd you like it now? I'll do just what I wanna. Didn't stop when she said no? You parasite, piranha. Anything of worth inside? I bet your blood's such a pretty colour. I'll paint this whole town red, to ward off all your brothers.

I'll watch the life drain from your eyes, the day the scene started to die.

Hey, welcome to your reckoning, the consequences echoing. My body is a temple and I'll burn yours to the ground.

Statement, statement. Accusation, accusation. Oh, you love the sensation! You'll watch me burn yours to the ground.