I'm here for my confession and I know it's been a while and my sins can't be forgiven but I'm not the one on trial
this time I know my fault overload
and I know I can do better even you can see I'm right building armies from your armies that are falling in the night
the unknown roads I tread the marching in my head the nightmares come instead the marching of the dead
too late discarded ignite start again
it's a delicate procedure adding pieces one by one a hate abomination - I'll control you when I'm done
the unknown roads I tread the marching in my head the nightmares come instead my vision dressed in red the unknown roads I tread the marching in my head the nightmares come instead the marching of the
dead tattered thread poison fed crust of bread so I bled
fine come inside Frankenstein too alive to survive
it grows relentless control all gone
and now the moment you've been waiting a confession through the lie no one's ever really living and the guilty never ever die
the unknown roads I tread the marching in my head the nightmares come instead my vision dressed in red the unknown roads I tread the marching in my head the nightmares come instead the marching of the dead