Warpath

I thought this beast was dead
Purge, I will; everything I have done
Purge myself for what it's worth
I thought this beast was dead, but I was dead wrong
So wrong
Feeling everything in this place at once
How hard it is to handle
With this body, an armor that is so meaningless
I am fighting for my life and no one knows a thing
Why do you think the body goes from skin and lush to bones and decay?
Because that is all there is in the first place
On a warpath
Until I die
Warpath
Until I die

I thought this beast was dead
Purge, I will; everything I have done
Purge myself for what it's worth
I thought this beast was dead, but I was dead wrong
So wrong
Under the influence of my own demise and under pressure of how and why
It left me
Not alive, but not dead
When the body fights back it always wins
Not happy, but not sad
Where do I stand?
Not alive, but not dead
When the body fights back it always wins
Not happy, but not sad
Where do I stand?
I will never give up
I will only change
Loving the rush
Undertaker eyes
On a warpath
Until I die

I wish I could vomit the emotions that swell inside
So I can see them for what they really are
Fall to my knees and bathe in what's collected
To accept instead of deny