So Bound: One of the Herd - Exist

Gold

Imitation’s flattery

Blinds you

Know my purity and be set free

Judge me as my uniform is

Back home, in the trash

Lit that shit on fire I was sick of your

Bullshit

Combat boots and camo pants

Hipster plaid, fashion headphones

All the same intent

So don’t forget to

Sound like that bold archetype

That paved your path

Stray and risk the slap of rejection’s cold wrath

Another clone to bask

In the shadow of something greater

Than you could ever be

Because the game is comprised by rules

Of another’s hand

Here in the crimson wars

So apathetic I’m no longer bleeding

Tonight I’ll hold the sapphire

High above the crowd in red

I’ll test their eyes

And wonder, will the world just pass me by?

Twenty neck-beard test

The strength of steel while I

Cut ore in half with my diamond, redefine

The language in spirit of icon’s minds

Whose rituals I defy