Give me a form that rules abide,
So the face of man's true nature doesn't have to hide,
Let me tear up the asphalt and don't say that it's God's fault or I'll burn buildings into cinders to pave the streets where my horsemen ride,
Give me four horsemen to make a bridge of peace,
I can't see the horizon,
Let me fight four horsemen that my life line may be seen in a distant but never be found,
Let the lack of my exist burn be burnt into walls with hands without bodies that cannot be seen,
Let the sun turn red and shun at my existence as if I broke it heart,
Let me burn mans space,
Let me burn the chalk from his cold hands as he leaves the underground world stocks in hand,
Let me tear from man everything he judges and finds wanting,
Let me tear from man his forgotten reality,
Let me tear myself from him but let us burn in remembrance together of a time where fire burned and Pens didn't rule,
Let me cut his exist to a pen and take up a forever well of crimson ink that pours from his soul,
Let me take every things that offends him so that he may haunt himself with the questions of why,
Let me take every pain from him and feed them to him wrapped in custard and the fruits of his labour,
Let me torment him with dreams and properties to come,
Let his heart yearn for the future,
And then may time fall crumbling to him.
Give me a form that rules abide,
So the face of man's true nature doesn't have to hide,
Let me tear up the asphalt and don't say that it's God's fault or I'll burn buildings into cinders to pave the streets where my horsemen ride,
Give me four horsemen to make a bridge of peace,
I can't see the horizon,
Let me fight four horsemen that my life line may be seen in a distant but never be found,
Let the lack of my exist burn be burnt into walls with hands without bodies that cannot be seen,
Let the sun turn red and shun at my existence as if I broke it heart,
Let me burn mans space,
Let me burn the chalk from his cold hands as he leaves the underground world stocks in hand,
Let me tear from man everything he judges and finds wanting,
Let me tear from man his forgotten reality,
Let me tear myself from him but let us burn in remembrance together of a time where fire burned and Pens didn't rule,
Let me cut his exist to a pen and take up a forever well of crimson ink that pours from his soul,
Let me take every things that offends him so that he may haunt himself with the questions of why,
Let me take every pain from him and feed them to him wrapped in custard and the fruits of his labour,
Let me torment him with dreams and properties to come,
Let his heart yearn for the future,
And then may time fall crumbling to him.
