The Gauntlet

I am going before you to prepare
The gauntlet for when you get there
I will take your leg within my snare
A trap for which you can't prepare
May every road you travel down lead you astray
Your destination far away
Will you suffer for the petty games you play?
No one can say
I am going before you to provide
The breaking point against your pride
I will be the thorn within your hide
I counsel you to stay inside
For it were better that you hide yourself away
Than face the recompense you'll pay
Will you suffer for the petty games you play?
No one can say
For the last time we can put it on the page
Your desperation and my rage
While your fate of heart grew colder by the day
With all the petty games you'd play
When the road before you twists and turns
And deep within your hunger burns
You will know that I have paved the way before you
With your just returns
So every time that you reflect upon the way
You lived your life, think what you may
Will you suffer for the petty games you play?
No one can say
But I am going before you to prepare
The gauntlet for when you get there
I will take your leg within my snare
A trap for which you can't prepare
Would I show up to your funeral to pay my disrespect
Or just to pray?
Or to spit upon your earth and walk away?
No one can say
No one can say
No one can say