A consequence of technology
Colliding head on into disgraced humanity
Sometimes it’s wrong, sometimes it’s right
Constantly torn between the Darkness and the Light
Enemies raging behind my eyes
Shadows caress me while whispering their lies
Hell calls my name as the Heavens cry
I don’t know what to do so I keep praying for the end of time
See the world through eyes of coal, this sprawling wasteland of my soul
A mind of darkness, heart of light. I am Onyx, black and white
Save me from this paradigm, save me from the end of time
