Now he bits farewell to these demons that bound him in Hell
Broke their chains, their arcane illusions, dispelled
Every corridor has been explored in his memory's hallways
A Freudian, destroyer of the status-quo you all praise
Now there's nothing but photo frames upon the empty walls
The pictures have been burned by Serj's system, watch the ashes fall
A chemical transformation has taken place
You can see the inspiration etched clearly upon his face
But most notable is the look inside the windows to his soul
A gaze that swallows citizens whole
He feasts upon the fallen, deceased are all that fought him
A god or beast? Historians still aren't sure what to call him
But one thing's certain, there will never be another he
For he is that which all the other peasantry aspire to be
So let them have their dreams; hold on to their fairy tales
Upon whose splendid wings shall their hopes soar as vicious gales

Grieving, motherfuckers calling him a demon
Heathens have no right to question paths they be leaving
Believes in himself, not the ones that would deceive him
Even the gods can't escape the weight of these sins

Now he is rid of the marrow he has been hiding
Everyone has their own, so its existence ain't surprising
His house is haunted by ghosts of Christmases past
But the power of Christ compels him to exorcise them at last
These sacred yarns he weaves are his reprieve from tyranny
Oh finally, lord, can it be that he's free of society?
For they abandoned he who sought to change the current state of mind
So damned are those who did oppose, labeled this kid asinine
Don't let his looks fool you
Behind that pretty smile there lies a psyche equipped and primed to rule you
His every move by design, no moment wasted
Each moment is a component of the architect's arrangement
So now he buries these bones deep
So archaeologists may one day awaken them from their sleep
For all the world to see, we need these stories
Of misery, triumph, pain, elation, defeat and glory

Grieving, motherfuckers calling him a demon
Heathens have no right to question paths they be leaving
Believes in himself, not the ones that would deceive him
Even the gods can't escape the weight of these sins