I've been to this place before I'm fighting a silent war with you I've carried this cross for too long Nailed to my body bleeding And off of my blood you're feeding You buried your thorns around my bed Memories of caterwaul Resound against the hand of violence Randomly decides the fate of man While inside your callous dreams I'm banging on the gates of sorrow Trying to find a way to understand You think the truth will set you free While you're still rotting here with me Your subtle adaptation Was my extermination And now your lies have conquered me You think the past will come alive And with that hopeless faith you strive My fate's beyond selection Your flaws beyond correction Only the weakest will survive You think the truth will set you free I'll test your idle prophecy Your lies are all recessive My truth is retrogressive More than you're likely to foresee