Benighted

How easy and comfortable it's to be master in your own world
Enter my circle and let be a human instrument of it
Betray me and wait for your retribution
The mind next to the body patiently waits
And takes a look at the I'll entity
The weak empty body enchained to unavoidable decrepitude
Condemned to return to ashes as impotent witness
My rules, my vision, my doom
You can be all and nothing from a second to another
As you're over with human state there is no turning back
There is no turning back
Just patiently wait for your fate
Human as I know me
Thing as I deny you
This is an abstract conviction,
Everything still exists by the simple idea I have on it
Spiritually beheaded
When you're out of my circle you lose the right to be someone
Someone becomes something
And now something can pretend to have won the right to die