Breaking Seven

The symbol of perfect
Just a made-up tale
To drive all mad
Chasin' a false ideal

The final form
Means the last breath
You seek a state of grace
Then what you choose is death

You set the world on fire
Full of lies
You forged the seven seals
And now you will break them

A fragile thread was woven
With poisoned faith
Icon of selfish sin
A number that prevails

And this mirror is
What feeds devotion's lie
Perfect humanity
Or the end of time

No cruel force
Commands your fate
You write the rules
And break them back

You chase what's far
And sink in dread
While beauty lives
Where all things change

The wheel is turning
One cycle ends
Another will arise
Nothing lasts
All things must change
This is the way of life
But the curse lives
Inside your minds
A tangled web of lies
The blade is resting
On your hands
And now ready to slice

Fortuna rota volvitur
Rex sedet in vertice
Caveat ruinam!

Destruction nears
The ground will bleed red
All pain returns to
Those who spread bad seeds

The wheel is turning
One cycle ends
Another will arise
Nothing lasts
All things must change
This is the way of life
But the curse lives
Inside your minds
A tangled web of lies
The blade is resting
On your hands
And now ready to slice