Awakening the Beast Within

Y. T. Boy Studios, let's go. The boundaries you assumed,

yeah, they were lines in the sand. Now they're nothing but dust I

grip in my scorched hand. You pressed the button seeking the beast inside my

shell. And learned too late the devil resides where a good man fell.

I'm not the calm before the storm. I'm the eye quiet and deep,

the lethal silence that swallows every secret you keep. You aimed for my weakness,

instead you cultivated blight. Now watch the good die, I'll replace by

endless night. I wear the ruin like a tailored suit, custom-made in hell.