With defiance and resistance I burn the bridges and their names. Will I ever comprehend my own spells and games? Let me keep my world, let me have my slaves. They all do wonders for me so I can leave things be. Let me keep my world as I'm too blind to see. When I lay in bed at night wishing well, when I pray for recovery feeling Hell. Suffocating in my own filth with no fresh air to inhale. With defiance and resistance I burn the bridges and their names. Will I ever comprehend my own spells and games? Born treacherous... Insanity keeps me away and free from the core of responsibility but once the pace quickens I'll be derived from myself in total mind captivity. Let me keep my world, let me have my slaves. Let me keep my world, let me have my slaves. They all do wonders for me so I can leave things be. Let me keep my world as I'm too blind to see. Born treacherous...