The truths you speak of are weaving webs of deceitnYour words act as poisonnThese are the paths that we choose, choose or be chosennThese are the paths that we create where we have thrown down our swords to throw up our livesnSpit them in the face of our enemies the bloodlines show a recurring state of mind that only machines can break throughnWhere will you find the strength to live on when you know where all roads end the pathnThat can be regarded as the path is not the great eternal pathnThe path that can be regarded as the path is no an ordinary pathnThe road that can be called the road under our feet is differentnThese are the paths that we've creatednLove does not conquer all some wish love would have not laid them in wastenWhere understanding can give you the fuel to be beaten againnThese are the paths that we've creatednThose who do not have swords can still die upon their bladesnThese are the paths that we've creatednThe name that can be named is not the enduring unchanging namenThese are the paths that we've creatednThis war is a lost cause your war is a lost causenBecause we are in a state of chaosnWe are in a constant state of chaosnYour words act as swords to consume all a lord of lords that thrives on hatenThese are the paths that we create a rain will fall upon us and cleanse the filth