Letras
My name is not important, I hail a vision
And I believe in nothing except details of omission
Yes, my origin is your equivalent of a prison
A place of solitude, despair and yet a lack of religion
But the freedom of my existence eclipses all cynicism
A moment in time that has been stitched with precision
I am not of this hour and every minute is spent switching
The world of will, defile logic and intuition
A warrior, a champion and hates competition
A cataclysm of what is known as the final decision
I was trained with a power to strip the color from prisms
You must reverse and shed a light on what the planet is missing
I'm a weapon, a taste of Armageddon's position, a conviction
Not a warning, it's a last transmission
Defier of skeptics, an evolving depiction
Of proof that every prayer should be spoken with diction
We are not the same, we don't feel pain
Within this game, you bled from us
You fled from us, instead of us
You dead runners, we headhunters
We are not the same, we don't feel pain
Within this game, you bled from us
You fled from us, instead of us
You dead runners, we some headhunters
We are not the same, we don't feel pain
Within this game, you bled from us
We are not the same, we don't feel pain
Within this game, you bled from us
We some headhunters
My name is not important, I hail a vision
And I believe in nothing except details of omission
Yes, my origin is your equivalent of a prison
A place of solitude, despair and yet a lack of religion
But the freedom of my existence eclipses all cynicism
A moment in time that has been stitched with precision
I am not of this hour and every minute is spent switching
The world of will, defile logic and intuition
A warrior, a champion and hates competition
A cataclysm of what is known as the final decision
I was trained with a power to strip the color from prisms
You must reverse and shed a light on what the planet is missing