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Darkest Form of Fury
by ThomasKG
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Who would've thought we'd turn out like this?
A fear in the back of my head, I'll admit
But you still thought that they would buy what you sold
Messengers of the lies you told
I returned from my recovering
With a knife in my back and a bleak offering
To ruin lives as you ascend
Who took your soul? Who did I offend?
Could you believe this blessing is a curse?
Like me, did it ever dawn on that this hurts?
The choir sings and the jesters still dance
And you have the nerve to say no one understands
Yet I still implore you, the darkest form of fury
Is the deliverance of your ignorance
In the low presence of your inhumanity
You made me believe that I'm to blame
All I did was fight the monster you became
Thinking my world's in the palm of your hands
But I built it back up without your commands
Killed me already in your hands I died
Reborn anew, from the fire I rise
Broke apart, its so bizarre how you
Stopped being my ally
So independent, yet you crave so much attention
You misread my intension when I said you wouldn't control me tonight
Could you believe this blessing is a curse?
Like me, did it ever dawn on that this hurts?
The choir sings and the jesters still dance
And you have the nerve to say no one understands
Yet I still implore you, the darkest form of fury
Is the deliverance of your ignorance
In the low presence of your inhumanity
And when the world is crashing down
I still have those that you've decrowned
Why won't they let you make a sound?
I can't believe after all these years
We'd end up drowning in our tears
A genesis for all my darkest fears
Could you believe this blessing is a curse?
Like me, did it ever dawn on that this hurts?
The choir sings and the jesters still dance
And you have the nerve to say no one understands
Yet I still implore you, the darkest form of fury
Is the deliverance of your ignorance
In the low presence of your inhumanity
Who would've thought we'd turn out like this?
A fear in the back of my head, I'll admit
But you still thought that they would buy what you sold
Messengers of the lies you told
I returned from my recovering
With a knife in my back and a bleak offering
To ruin lives as you ascend
Who took your soul? Who did I offend?
Could you believe this blessing is a curse?
Like me, did it ever dawn on that this hurts?
The choir sings and the jesters still dance
And you have the nerve to say no one understands
Yet I still implore you, the darkest form of fury
Is the deliverance of your ignorance
In the low presence of your inhumanity
You made me believe that I'm to blame
All I did was fight the monster you became
Thinking my world's in the palm of your hands
But I built it back up without your commands
Killed me already in your hands I died
Reborn anew, from the fire I rise
Broke apart, its so bizarre how you
Stopped being my ally
So independent, yet you crave so much attention
You misread my intension when I said you wouldn't control me tonight
Could you believe this blessing is a curse?
Like me, did it ever dawn on that this hurts?
The choir sings and the jesters still dance
And you have the nerve to say no one understands
Yet I still implore you, the darkest form of fury
Is the deliverance of your ignorance
In the low presence of your inhumanity
And when the world is crashing down
I still have those that you've decrowned
Why won't they let you make a sound?
I can't believe after all these years
We'd end up drowning in our tears
A genesis for all my darkest fears
Could you believe this blessing is a curse?
Like me, did it ever dawn on that this hurts?
The choir sings and the jesters still dance
And you have the nerve to say no one understands
Yet I still implore you, the darkest form of fury
Is the deliverance of your ignorance
In the low presence of your inhumanity
