(1. Alpha)

(instrumental)

(2. Crutch For The Frail)

He slept alone that night
Like many times before
The bitterness within him
Pushing away the one he adored

She placed her faith in the gospel
He said, “Faith is for the weak”

One night they were talking
And she urged him to believe
But he drew back and declared
“My love, you’ve been deceived”

“Your faith and your gospel are fable and myth
The church is a company, they just want to get rich, and richer”
She said, “There’s more to this than money, there’s hope, and love, and life”
He grabbed her by the shoulders and spoke his final statement: “God is a lie!”

The anger welled inside him
A product of their pain
In an act of desperation
He ran out into the rain

“My world is a sinking ship, and I have lost control
An infinite derision for the spirit and the soul
I must take power back that’s overtaken me
A fiery attrition will dispel this mystery”

“So abandon logic and clutch blind faith
I will be the reason you question divine fate”
He went forth to take control of the flow of human life
Disguised by darkness he waited to make his strike

(3. Epinephrine Execution)

“This is the night (this is the time) I lay my hand on destiny”

“I will smell your lifelessness tonight
I will watch your blood spill forth tonight
I will write history
I will end your story here”

“Hold this power! Feel this rush!
Sacred fate nullified
Take this rage! Seize this lust!
I, myself, deified”

(4. Desperation)

He returned that night, wet and cold but warm with the dark sense of justice and power he had assumed. The memory of his action continuously possessed his mind, as though drawing him like an addiction. He reveled in the concept of single-handedly controlling the destinies of lives, but he also resolved to simultaneously rid the world of some of those he had grown to consider his nemeses. Indeed, it was his hope and aspiration that his isolated killings would erode the faith of his wife, whom he still yet loved and desired. But the seeds of belief had fallen on fertile soil in her, and would prove difficult to uproot.

She knew nothing of his deeds, but his departures brought her fear
It was with her memories in his heart that he often disappeared

Noticing the emptiness inside her house and heart
It was with best intentions that a stranger came to call
He inquired whether she was satisfied with him
From there, the light inside of her grew dim

Though they wanted only to be together
Each one ran away from the other