False emotions set ablaze into real
Only mirrored, a reaction foretold quite clearly
Speech is worthless when not supported by action
Yet no speech makes for mutiny...

Winding the spring farther and farther
Potential is rising, to the blind unseen
Quite a blow is forsaken, yet brought on
By the maker himself...

Visions of red flow through mine eyes
Parasitic thoughts, withdrawn by reality
"What goes around comes around" they say
Unless beaten senseless with no warning

No motive, no reason, no regret nor shame
To the ignorant, need these not to strike
Only but a false sense of power...
To flog the limp leg of a handicap

Tie the victim down, bound securely
Beat them, it's only for the best
It's for their well being...
"It's only for you, my dear..."

Festering madness, harnessed anger
Pain converts to rage with each blow...
Heat permeates the bloodstream until
The horror is unleashed...

The spring is triggered, backlash occurs
The force is returned six fold...
Knocked unconscious, forever plummeting
Is the sorry excuse for a guardian...