As I exit this Downward Spiral and drag all my Flaws out into the Light. It is always the same old Story, these sick twisted Patterns to dampen my Spite. Will I ever be able to conquer the Facts of my own Defeat? Will I ever be able to justify my Strife? Born to fight, breed to kill, ready to die but I never will! If it is to be, I know it is all up to me! Another Day, another Way to defile and soil my own Existence. Rejection, Reflection the only Way to my Absolution. Will I ever be able to conquer the Facts of my own Defeat? Will I ever be able to justify my Strife? Born to fight, breed to kill, ready to die but I never will! If it is to be, I know it is all up to me! The Infiltrator is already in, carving away at my Skin. As neither Heaven or Hell will take me. I will walk this World alone... Then, now and Forever! Will I ever be able to conquer the Facts of my own Defeat? Will I ever be able to justify my Strife? Born to fight, breed to kill, ready to die but I never will! If it is to be, I know it is all up to me! The Infiltrator is already in, carving away at my Skin.