Imposters Of Us

Run, sweet child, run

For your demons are here to get you

Pure of heart, maiden of peace -

How will get away from the chaos you have created?

Forged in your sadness,

Fueled by your pain,

Only from your happiness can you gain.

Deprived of humanity -

Enraged by their audacity -

Of blaming you for their own selfishness.

Now you are out to get them,

And your demons howl;

And the Earth is on fire -

But still, your anger won't tire 

By the justice that you think is yours to take.

Still, it won't justify,

And make your crimes nullify;

So run, sweet child run

For History will remake you.