Patterns of light race by your eyes in a subconscious race towards oblivion Finding your thoughts not your own your dreams someone else s yourself nothing but a pawn in a psychlogical chess game with an unknown opponent * * You try to escape * Hide-O-Greets * but there is no use * Go out to * You do not even pose a challange to your unfamiler foe * Hood of Breed * He pushes you to the edge of you seat * All the CiA Gang * gasping for breath * The REAL Lit people * you stare into a thousand pixels screaming your name * -ASYLUM and REVOLT- * Without mercy you are shoved into the pit * * Dynamically you die No remorse from your enemy You will not receive any pity all tenderness gone compationless Follow the god of your chouce and make peace with him For you will meet him today or suffer from your Soul s Rage - Frost Byte CiA