With an ounce of faith I could crush a mountain of fear. Face to face with all I hate, I could save the world, before the fold, before the close, before the end, before the degeneration. Sink or swim. Degeneration. Lose, or win. Will you love, or will you die? Separate and unfold, between the weak and the bold, how will the story unfold, how will the future be told now? The cries of the ignorant shrouding the world in its insolent end. Consecrated secrecy, an ancient mask to hide the enemies from the friends. Fear the people, don’t fear me, embrace the shaking pillars of your sanity. Fear yourself, don’t fear me, fear the padded walls of their sanctity. Brace yourself, don’t hold me, I’ll let you fucking fall like they did me. Face yourself, you will see, we all are our own gods and will forever be fearless. Blood in the eyes of your master. Formless. Eyes on the hand of the bastard. Watch what he takes. Take what he wants. Want what he takes. Steal from the bastard hand. Degeneration