I can hear them inside my head 
Reverberations of a language long dead. 
Pigmented words from a time before the light 
All I can hear is a shade of red. 

I dare not stray from the path that was chosen for me, 
Allocated by a greater strength, 
Something they could not foresee 

Enlighten me to the master plan, 
What does this life really mean? 
We're all engineered for hopelessness, 
defective design. 

Tested by the worst that you can throw my way, 
I'll push on through the gloom, 
I won't permit this wasteland to be my tomb. 

We all have demons 
But yours are unneeded 
your sin, depleted 
My sympathy for you 

(Willows) 
You can't escape elimination; a defective design. 

Your existence in this world is nothing but a frail excuse to engineer my fear. You don't hold the keys anymore. 

You don't belong here. 

(Observer) 
This time I am beyond your lifeless boundary. 
I will end your woeful existence 
Life leecher 
How does it [bad word] feel?

/ [bad word]