Know your enemy!
I have no pulse and I will never cease
Pour yourself the blindest of stupors
Unsee the ones that died where you're now trapped

Mistaking evil for a wretched life
You demonize yourself
Your maze, your fate should you ever stumble out
Maced in the impeccable caverns of Satan

What is the inner nature
Of someone forest-scared?

No reflections from my hilltop lookout
As I have simply turned my back and left

But the road there can be ugly
You want to try an honest inner drive
In a way, we are all criminals
Roaming hallways full of empty gestures

Mistaking evil for a wretched life
You demonize yourself
Your maze is your fate, only walls to be found
And maced by the impeccable caverns of Satan