Forged Lyrics

Ideas take flight;
did you have fun with what"s mine?
As the embers die and the cold winter sun rises,
A Self fulfilling prophecy.
You, a caricature, in blood, not ink.
You, a caricature, in blood, not ink.
Life"s an illusion,
With minds forged in the shadows.
The poor path is chosen,
Unleashed from its cage within.
Life is an illusion,
You've taken what"s mine.
The poor path has been chosen,
You've taken what"s mine.
Stand in the shadows, Watch it unfold, Unable to react.
Time turns to midnight,
Blood in the moonlight, a soul passes on.

Life is an illusion,
With minds forged in the shadows.
The poor path is chosen,
Unleashed from its cage within.
Within. Ideas take flight.
Did you have fun with,
what"s mine? You, a caricature, in blood, not ink.