Divine Disorder - The Arcanist

It took days for you to draw the map of the world
It took a moment for thou, to establish ye
I am but a man, of will and choice
made of what I picked from the province of mind

Symbols and promised words, to the great unknown
Oh thou art just drawing made by the mortals
It's all just, mazes and games

Kings and Crowns, all for nothing
Nations kneeling down under the dark clouds of judgments
Thrones made by blood, all for nothing
Mortals are bringing each other down for just a meaningless applause

I am not going to become your beloved doll
Not here, not now, with blinkered eyes and shackled arms
I am not going to evolve into your artistic maggot
for I have a heart, I have a mind

Symbols and promised words, to the great unknown
Oh thou art just drawing made for the mortals
it’s all just, mazes and games

Kings and Crowns, all for nothing
Nations kneeling down under the dark clouds of judgments
Thrones made by blood, all for nothing
Mortals bring each other down for just a meaningless applause

You! The masses
The product of my thoughts
Caught up between the grand genesis
And the red age of The Omega
What I think, you become!

I the tip of your senses mechanism
I command you to comply

Whoever surrenders his whole being unto me, a slave for freedom
Shall be rewarded; thou shalt not suspect, waver nor despair

I will give you a chance

I’ll give you a chance; to live once more
I’ll give you a chance, to imitate my childhood
I’ll give you a chance, to love and hate
I’ll give you a chance, to complete the circle
I’ll give you a chance, to know less and enough
I’ll give you the chance