The Seventh Son

Fade into black
We've reached our judgement day

This world has made me lose my will
Manufactured urges to kill
This was their plan all along
To pull their king from a pawn.

Power flows within my veins
Accustomed to the public's disdain
I'm the instrument of death
Counting their final breaths

The chosen one, I am the seventh son
Blood on my hands for redemption
Picking up all the pieces
I feel like I've been here before

A looming threat comes from above
For what the future has in store

The chosen one, I am the seventh son
Blood on my hands for redemption
Picking up all the pieces
I feel like I've been here before

This world has made me lose my will
Manufactured urges to kill
This was their plan all along
To pull their King from a pawn.

Power flows within my veins
Accustomed to the public's disdain
I'm the instrument of death
Counting their final breaths

Inside, this was all a lie
With no real ending
Someone save me from myself

Inside, this was all a lie
With no real ending
Someone save me from myself
So I don't start over

Why can't this just be the end
Erase what's left
These thoughts won't stay anymore
They'll just fade away



Credits
Writer(s): Bram Epstein
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