The gloves have been removed   Lets see it to the end   May the better man prevail   With hopes that we can bring   Some closure to this nightmare   Never speak of this again      They say kill your idols   Yet idols are the source of inspiration   With one exception   When the chosen prove to be   Everything but what they are      Slipping through the cracks   Creating peace of mind   Quaintly slithers down your back   Undetected, creeps behind   Siphoning the very structure   Built upon false pretenses      Crumbled reality   Welcomes lividity   It's becoming real   Let's put a stop to this   The past reveals   What you have become      A boundless black oasis   Consuming swelling scorn   A helpless apparition   Refusing to make right   What's been destroyed by your hand      When all has been forsaken    I will be the one   To hold you to this promise   This war has come to you      There will no longer be carnage   In the house of brothers   This game of smoke and mirrors   Has been revoked