Like ants so precise and strong in movement
Governed by a will to see through the task ahead
I see sound without the need to see looks
I hold a falsehood so strong no fate can alter it
I hang upon a thread so thin I can see blood run through it
It drips into my mouth my only source of nutrition
The blood lust that craves my hunger
I created the 8th deadly sin
My warm heart caused the end of the ice age
I put my foot through the world of love
I tamper with people's brains frequency
I cause harm in the whispering of the winds
I build a fortress of helpless promises
I created the word sorry
And the word. BUT!.