When what you are is unwanted you look for identity
That is acceptable, you lie for tranquility
You lie for love, you lie for peace
But you know the lies you sell will never make you feel for free

In medias res, we were born into waste

With the beaten path at my left hand, and doubt at my right
I've found the end of it, and now I walk into the night
Into the black, if I stop will I sink into its unknowns
Will I succumb to the vile man's sordid throes

There is no justice, only violence, and yours is the only true god