The End Of Time

A consequence of technology 
Colliding head on into disgraced humanity 
Sometimes it’s wrong, sometimes it’s right 
Constantly torn between the Darkness and the Light 

Enemies raging behind my eyes 
Shadows caress me while whispering their lies 
Hell calls my name as the Heavens cry 
I don’t know what to do so I keep praying for the end of time 

See the world through eyes of coal, this sprawling wasteland of my soul 
A mind of darkness, heart of light. I am Onyx, black and white 
Save me from this paradigm, save me from the end of time