ABYSSAL THRONE

Chair spins and take wind of fake sins
You racing for hatred amongst men
Collapse of supports held up by who’s god sent
Will soon crumble to rubble where people are meant to go in
Ocular division sets to place the individual
I’m set between the obstacle deciding who’s the pinnacle
Residual settlements strengthening the ones awaiting
But strangely none of it matters cuz the god has been created, already
I’m stacked against all the enemies
But won’t let them be ready
For what I have to offer coughing up the secondary
I plant a seed to grow the next that’s soon to come
My eyes roll back, I fall beneath, I feel my body turning numb
And it’s the fate that’s set to wait and see what place the world will stray
But soon enough you all will see that I am more than just a replay
It’s the fate that’s set to wait and see what place the world will stray
But soon enough you all will see that I am more than just a replay