[Lyric] Prognosis (Paris In The Making)

I am your companion, the advisor of your monarchy
I am the days that fuel your battles; I am the night that whispers you to sleep

Death is a beauty covered in flames and I am the fire that eases your grief. Shape, shift and dominate the vessel of a man who has been internally eradicated

We will weave through all the silent prayers and purge the disbeliever from the faction. Keep calm my descendants;
I am your only friend, the serpent sеnt

You are no relation; I am my own dynasty. I am my own reality
Thе daily battles of judgment are of my decision, and none of your exertion. You are merely a spectrum of my conscious self, my malicious fiend

I shall not succumb to your conspiracy
I shall not disassociate the cerebral psyche to your beliefs
There’s a demon inside of me, and I’m concluding his reality