Widowmaker - The Illusionist paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson The Illusionist - Widowmaker




Futile!
My efforts were useless.
Only a fool would think that he could circumvent the consequences.
And it is clear, I'm not in control.
I'm nothing at all.
A pawn I am in the game of Death and he's come to take what's left.
Falling from the top of my keep,
I scrape for anything and everything
To stop my downward spiral to the nether.
My grip on life is loose, but tight is the noose around my neck.
And it's coming.
It's coming faster and faster.
My vision narrows.
Now I can finally see the face of the master.
Where did this plan come from?
Was it part of your design?
The cruel hand of Death directs, demands, decides, divides us all,
And lets us die inside a rotten mind
Plagued by the very sins that we will leave
Behind.
I placed these thoughts inside your head.
You were just a slave to the devil.
A blank canvas, for me to do with what I please.
Now return to the earth.
Avarice for bloodlust is what made you
Shift your focus from maintaining comprehension.
Distracted! You are mine.
You were always mine from the beginning to the end.
Yes, I have come to collect what is
Rightfully mine as you stand by and watch.
This is what I wanted.
Don't you understand you are what I've wanted all along?
Another man too proud to think that he can fail
One more mortal just to add to the body count.
You'll be buried next to all your victims while
Corroding in the quarantine of your complete dementia.
Where did this plan come from?
Was it part of your design?
The cruel hand of Death directs, demands, decides, divides us all,
And lets us die inside a rotten mind
Plagued by the very sins that we will leave
Behind.
Free will
It's a fucking lie.
Humanity is made to die,
Our souls cast into the abyss.
Our thoughts, our motives they are all just His.
Now, as it all comes to a close,
The maw will swallow you whole and leave you
Breathless and broken to spend eternity with -
Death!
You placed the thought inside my head.
I was essential, instrumental in your plot to purge this land.
Have mercy! I concede to you!
As it all goes black -
As it all goes black, I face the swarm, the inferno.
This is how it ends



Writer(s): Hagan Dickerson




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