Lyrics

Ideas take flight; Did you have fun with what's mine? As the embers die and the cold winter sun rises A Self fulfilling prophecy You, a caricature, in blood, not ink You, a caricature, in blood, not ink Life's an illusion With minds forged in the shadows The poor path is chosen Unleashed from its cage within Life is an illusion You've taken what's mine The poor path has been chosen You've taken what's mine Stand in the shadows, Watch it unfold, Unable to react Time turns to midnight Blood in the moonlight, a soul passes on Life is an illusion With minds forged in the shadows The poor path is chosеn Unleashed from its cage within Within. Idеas take flight Did you have fun with What's mine? You, a caricature, in blood, not ink