Embarrassment Legacy - The Red Chord

In a dark room, rows of text.

Alien to the outside world

Fear of contact by steel will.

Embarrassment revealed

Hunger for a sterile feast.

My needs are scorned

By insect blood I am born

Twist of fate, dealt a hand of improbability.

Reborn

Temple of elemental evil awakens a need in my soul

Forced to crumble in my true form

As the need begins to control.

Mental hunger sated but not for long

Legacy of triumph collapse

Of all the things that have disgraced me you’re the one that hurt the most

Traded like cards, treated like garbage

Traded like coins, treated like garbage

I’ll define what’s left

Forgotten, disgraced, worthless

Your life and dreams are no match for reality

Life’s work forgotten.

My life’s work is forgotten