IV: The Requiem for The Art of Death

Are you who you say you are? Are you something else? I want to know you, as I am one of you. I built a wall around my head And filled my urges til they where dead Here I stand alone in this land of confusion. Give me lever long enough and I shall mov

Standing on edge of where thins forest ends, Looking at places, remember gone friends. Blood on these hands is not from my veins. I am returning to scene of crime, Convoy of grieving still darkens my sky. Blood of the innocent, my hands it stains. I

I stare the tombstone, the one with my name. That stands in the rain. The cold face of death, shape formed in a stain, A delusion of my brain? As the dark is rising and deeper is this night. I'm falling into deepest veil of solitude. Where lays one l