Bound

We've become so apathetic, so enigmatic, so apprehensive.
Break those chains, unbind your thoughts, become what no god wanted you to become.

We are bound by our fears. Those elusive chains, that segregate, must disappear.

What's wrong with us? I say to you. This moment will disappear. In apathy, all is red, all is too dark.

Bleed the past from your veins, embrace mortality.

Pick up the pen. Commence the process. Eliminate your past and present. As mortals we will reign. As mortals we will reign.

What's wrong with us? I say to you.
This moment will disappear.
In apathy, all is red, all is too dark.

We've become so apathetic, so enigmatic, so apprehensive.
You broke those chains, you are now a god.
Something that no god, wanted you to become