engines of fate

wandering through

i hear a calling from you

the voice of a martyr

for the kingdom of passion

falling from the realms

of sensual perception

a lonely paradox

trapped in a cell

the soul revels

its deep infection

　

dirt and grease stain the walls

dust of metal skin breaking slavery

disheveled mind of disaster

laying down upon a bed of nails

i fall into a forced revrie

of a time you knew me

when we hold our hands together

and challenge fate throw us away

to the eternal flames of death i ride

not a martyr

this song was written about relationships that fate rips apart. catchy little number if i do say so myself