Project Pitchfork

You knee in front of thee
You little wannabe
This is a last test
You thought you were the best
It looks into your eyes
Which used to hide your lies
They are so blue cold and empty
Then it touches your hair
And with a calm voice it will ask
Your final question
Do you feel
Do you think
Do you see
Do you hear
Do you know - love?
Was the beginning destination
And the reason for an end
You try to stay calm