Hideous Head-chopping Lyrics - Agathocles

I've built my little castle, Based on apathy. 

And now I'm truly armed, 

Against insecurity. 

Stone cold thoughts, 

Behind a grieving mask, 

Furious eyes, 

Analysing silly lies. 

Ferousious grey mass, 

Non-believing in a cross, 

An aim so insane, 

The last leaf must be slain. 

A wood-chopping sound, 

Goes in my head around, 

The tree that once stood 

Has now been chopped for good