So, would you recognize me?

Would you even recognize yourself?

Are you too busy running?

I know the past still haunts you well.

How would you recognize me when you can’t recognize yourself?

Shaking hands with the devil.

We signed our names in blood, waiting for the flood.

All the usual suspects, too many demons in the heaven above.

The world is no stranger to violence but it’s never known anything like this.

A species that preys on its own kind, for the bliss of a moment of silence.

I hope you never find peace and someday you see this broken family.

Death is all we have in common.

How does it feel?

This is the sound of the end of it all.

How does it feel?

There’s no salvation within these walls.

And this is all too real, you could’ve been a Martyr, but you chose to struggle.

When you look in the mirror, you won’t recognize yourself anymore.