[Intro]
Sing. Scream. Speak. Howl.
Love. Hate. Chaos. Decay.
The fire. Falls. Will this hopeless…
[Verse]
It all started with the words. Our downfall is brought upon us by our own thoughts.
Thoughts turn to words, words turn to actions, and actions turn into history.
History solidifies you as the monster you never really were.
The world passes judgment, swift and cruel. They sentence you too the needle without ever looking into the events that lead up to the snap.
We try to fix society by eliminating all the faults.
As long as there is emotion and creativity there will always be something broken.
IT”S NOT YOUR JOB! Leave it alone! Sometimes what’s in two should never be made whole!
I am the preacher now. This is my time to speak. And I am telling you… this is your verdict day!
[Chorus]
I am the preacher now. This is my time to speak. And I am telling…. Telling you.
This is your verdict day.
Paralyzed, tranquilized. The needles close in and puncture the skin.
The eyes glass over and the life is no more.
Just remember the lesson here.
Creativity is a sin!
[Verse]
If creation is a sin and mentality is based on dress, I’m a fucking psychopath.
So come and get me little bitch, or can’t you not hide behind your shield of legality?
Kiss my ass you stupid whore. You’re only here ‘cause of that mouth of yours and it reeks so much!
So here it is, laid out all for you. You say you know how we hurt. You say you know our pain.
Here’s a little bit of information for you. You don’t know shit cause I’m the fucking king!
Court is in session and I…Declare you guilty as charged.
EXILE! EXILE! The voices chant. Make you into an outcast like us.
[Chorus]
I am the preacher now. This is my time to speak. And I am telling…. Telling you.
This is your verdict day.
Paralyzed, tranquilized. The needles close in and puncture the skin.
The eyes glass over and the life is no more.
Just remember the lesson here.
Creativity is a sin!
I am the angel now. This is my time to sing. And I am telling. Telling you.
This is your verdict day.
Disgraced, ashamed, fallen. The angel is just a demon in disguise.
Just remember the lesson here.
Creativity is the life-blood!
From which all of us stem, and our imaginations blossom!
[Bridge]
Verdict day is upon you now. Pour out your heart and let us hear.
Verdict day is tomorrow now. This is where lay it all out.
Verdict day is upon me now. Raise my fist high into the air.
Verdict day is tomorrow now. Here’s a scream for you all to hear!
DIE!
Sing. Scream. Speak. Howl.
Love. Hate. Chaos. Decay.
The fire. Falls. Will this hopeless…
Growth and disparity.
The strong and the weak.
Prosperity and ruin.
Life and death.
Will this hopeless species…
[Ending]
I am the judge with the gavel in my hand. And I declare (I DECLARE)
I am the angel with the sword in my hand. And I declare (I DECLARE)
I am the soul whom you persecuted. And I declare (I DECLARE)
I am the ones without a voice. And I declare (I DECLARE)
We are not the menace. We are not the demons. We are the creative, the victims.
Will this hopeless species!
(Sing. Scream. Speak. Howl. Love. Hate. Chaos. Decay. The fire. Falls. Will this hopeless…!)
VERDICT DAY!
Subject: Verdict Day