a predator's portrait
soilwork
a servant of a moral standard
a rebel soul for the free
can't fight what's inside on this blasphemous ride
he's a part of the game and he will remain
the angels burn their core
let the evil saints have their way when i'm heading for oblivion
achieving my goals in everyway in malicious ways i hail insane
nevertheless my broken promises
i've learned can't fight what's inside on this blasphemous ride
he's a part of the game and he will remain
he's a part of the game and he will remain
come watch me bleed one more time
no substitute left to find
all that i hear is what i preach
a mighty soul is what i keep
i step on the face whose dragging me down
fed up with the precious talk
like a sinner revealing himself again
now his down and out and ready to strike
he's a part of the game and he will remain
he's a part of the game and he will remain