There is a tyrant within
Concealed by our skull
Constantly fixated
Duality in its distress
Here I face the voice, a voice that’s not my own
Am I alone?
Are we the same?
Confined by internal judgment
Were we always the same?
The obsession in this disrupted mind on the edge of control
has now come to reign
Inner turmoil
The absence of virtue is claimed by despair
The tyrant confined in my mind lures us to live life in rewind
A voice divided from inside
(We are one)
Push me over the edge so that we can collapse into it’s depths
Never to engage what the world has
Never to engage the world inside this mind
The absence of virtue now claimed by despair
Gives way to this creation
Free me Sever the voice of the tyrant
(There is a tyrant within)
Lures me deeper inside
Is this our end as I know it? Are we the same?
Mend the separation between control and submission
Here I face this voice that’s not my own
Are we the same?
Sever the voice from its source
Mute the relentless screams
Sever the voice from its source
This is the end as we’ve known it
Because we’re the same
The presence of virtue
Unearthed by suffering
The tyrant defined by my mind lured us to live life in rewind
Upon reflection now I know that we are one
And now we’re the same
And now we’re the same
We’re the same
And now we’re the same.