17 June 2012
I was born for a reason A purpose An aim
To sow their misfortune To kill And to maim
But chose to change track To rebel To step out
To warn of death coming To sing Devout
I'd broken my purpose Useless Some scrap
Society beheld me It crushed me No crap
I'd broken the order To stop To save
It earned me my doom A tidal A wave
It came at me silent At night Through dark
Revenge of the Senate Sharp arrows So stark
It's ironic to think Now dead No amend
That my life was ended For singing For bringing
That my life was ended For singing Of the end
Singer Of The End • Opuss № I