There is a tyrant within Concealed by our skull Constantly fixated Duality in its distress Here I face the voice, a voice that's not my own Am I alone? Are we the same? Confined by internal judgment Were we always the same? The obsession in this disrupted mind on the edge of control Has now come to reign Inner turmoil The absence of virtue is claimed by despair The tyrant confined in my mind lures us to live life in rewind A voice divided from inside (We are one) Push me over the edge so that we can collapse into it's depths Never to engage what the world has Never to engage the world inside this mind The absence of virtue now claimed by despair Gives way to this creation Free me Sever the voice of the tyrant (There is a tyrant within) Lures me deeper inside Is this our end as I know it? Are we the same? Mend the separation between control and submission Here I face this voice that's not my own Are we the same? Sever the voice from its source Mute the relentless screams Sever the voice from its source This is the end as we've known it Because we're the same The presence of virtue Unearthed by suffering The tyrant defined by my mind lured us to live life in rewind Upon reflection now I know that we are one And now we're the same And now we're the same We're the same And now we're the same.