“Look to me, look to me and… see my hand come
Down and strike you from your throne
Look to me as… as your savior
As your timepiece within the shadows
Bleed for me, bleed for my amusement
And let the hate awake within you
Bleed through me, bleed through to forever
And fear me

What are you but my reflection?
Swimming through the resurrection
Hopelessly with no direction
Openly with no suspension
No more strings to guide you there
Just watching eyes and blinding stares
A drowning hope, a need to witness
As they cackle in the distance

If any man worship the beast and his image
And receive his mark in his forehead, or in his hand
He shall be tormented with fire and brimstone
In the presence of the holy angels, and in the presence of the Lamb
And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever
They’ll have no rest, day or night”

illbjjb