| death to the opressors by zeratul to kill that which doesn't exist is like drawing in the sands but the deaths of their false demi-gods will open the eyes of the people when you think of me in your multidimensional mind try and wash the evil from your mind and open it when you taste the truth you will see like others before me to you i am past a story to tell Look to beyond, what vision lets me see Time after time, unneeded misery Holding tight to my dreams I own no price for you I grip them tight and hope for sight |