Forged

Ideas take flight;
Did you have fun with what's mine?
As the embers die and the cold winter sun rises
A Self fulfilling prophecy
You, a caricature, in blood, not ink
You, a caricature, in blood, not ink
Life's an illusion
With minds forged in the shadows
The poor path is chosen
Unleashed from its cage within
Life is an illusion
You've taken what's mine
The poor path has been chosen
You've taken what's mine

Stand in the shadows, Watch it unfold, Unable to react
Time turns to midnight
Blood in the moonlight, a soul passes on

Life is an illusion
With minds forged in the shadows
The poor path is chosеn
Unleashed from its cage within
Within. Idеas take flight
Did you have fun with
What's mine? You, a caricature, in blood, not ink