Nihilist

Stand in question Fallen mortal Stricken being brought to end Is this purgatory that you've created A system of justice, all pretend The end in form is nothing and yet still we fear To be which we know not of Nor do we know where You don't have to save this soul You don't have to save this soul You don't have to save this soul You don't have to save this soul Is there hope in your redemption Twisted mortal, flawed and scorned Living without fear of omniscience Your judgement has been forewarned The end in form is nothing and yet still we fear To be which we know not of Nor do we know where You don't have to save this soul You don't have to save this soul You don't have to save this soul You don't have to save this soul A life undictated by fear of what will come to pass Defiant of an overbearing stark hypocrisy A wolf-ish roar amidst a silent, sheepish, crowded mass A streak of imperfection, fallen from conformity A life undictated by fear of what will come to pass Defiant of an overbearing stark hypocrisy A wolf-ish roar amidst a silent, sheepish, crowded mass A streak of imperfection, fallen from conformity The end in form is nothing and yet still we fear To be which we know not of Nor do we know where The end in form is nothing and yet still we fear To be which we know not of Nor do we know where You don't have to save this soul You don't have to save this soul You don't have to save this soul You don't have to save this soul