Go
We are our own worst enemy and
We are judge and jury
We are our own maker affect, affectation
We are the teacher, the spirit, the closure, the reason
The answers without answers
We are the chance, the patience, the faith
And we can make the choice in our heads
All we are, consequent
We are makers, are vultures
Makers of scorned
Makers of pessimism, settle the score
Make yourself believe in yourselves and be
Inspired by yourself
Erasing, replacing the memories exposed
Controlling everything I don't need
Cause I'm fading from reach, bad
Consequence
Insult, injury, that's the final phase
Insult, injury, that 's normalcy
A violent faith
Flesh, blood and bone…Vessel and prison
Drying's begun, we're all on the run
"Back when we were young," recall the senior ones
Alive I am, divide you can, in all this time you have
Boy becomes man, forcing their hand, their heathen
Injury, that's the final phase
That's the normalcy of the violent faith
Consequence, in a violent faith