Fatal Sound Project: Create Your Fate



From your perspective I'm minor
But the rumour has it that I'm so much more
Leave all your hesitation
Find out what I'm known for
Tighten the knot to the utmost
And watch me take my last breath

Knowledge prime and vast
Combined with fucked up past
A pinch of persistence
The recipe to loosen the ropes

Don't let me out
Don't let me out
I wish the best to my enemies
Don't let me out

Oh poor you feed my rage

How long does it take from my will to transcend your sham hatred?
It's just a matter of time before I create your fate, create your fate
With a laughing face somehow I create your fate
And as you will find
It's a way worse than mine

From now on
It's me who rules the show
My aims lack esteem
As well as absolution
You pray for a conversation
We don't need a compromise
Your fate's been planned and scheduled
Prepare for demise

Oh, poor, you feed my rage

How long does it take from my will to transcend your sham hatred?
It's just a matter of time before I create your fate, create your fate
With a laughing face somehow I create your fate
And as you will find
It's a way worse than mine