Weaver Of Fates

Push creation to the brink of massacre.
Time is short and we are the arbiter.
Carved our tales into granite stone.
What will remain is our names,
We are no one.

Weaver,
Deceiver.
Grant us our wish!

Trapped inside this endless ride.
Spinning faster to our demise.
Don’t let us die tonight.

Built up walls to constrain ourselves.
Then dreamt up idiotic precious hells.
Inflicted them until they stuck.
We made our lives completely suck,
What tragedy.

Weaver,
Deceiver.
Grant us our wish!

Trapped inside this endless ride.
Spinning faster to our demise.
Don’t let us die tonight.

Watch the walls they’re closing in.
I smell the air and its a turning.
Just like the tide now at our ankles.
Thousand miles of being trampled.

Trapped inside this endless ride.
Spinning faster to our demise.
Don’t let us die tonight.
Give us one last chance to turn our back on pride.
Fix this mess.
Make a change.
If we fail then take the reins.
Put us in chains.
Sever the rotten limb.
Condemn us oblivion.