Your painful, silent touch, a violation
Oppression, our voice, an isolation
You torture the defenseless
And slaughter the helpless

The powerless your witness of
Your filthy consciousness
The muffled screams of the innocent
You rape to kill, to annihilate

This red room, your kingdom
Here in solitude
The prisoners devoured
By raging flames
Burning bridges
Your belligerence consumed
Confessions to your God not dissolved nor removed
A silent witness searching for some vengeance
The grey sky above
Consumes me with their ashes
As I carve these words into your remembrance
I promise that this will hurt you
You will feel it like I do (when you fall)

(I'm a strategy working toward your destruction. You'll become the prisoner of your own mind.)