Cycle of Revenge

The faces, the noises, the commotions, the distractions

Always running, always hiding, never satisfied

Surrounded by my followers, we pursue our unholy desires

Now that he’s gone, their masks have been put on

My mask has fallen down

I can see the truth behind these hidden identities

Through my eyes, the imposters are revealed

I track them down, snuff them out, an endless

Cycle of revenge