One man stands in the balance,
The stitch of all humanity,
Creating hate and up rage,
Without the trace of pity,
His shadow overtaks the weak,
Then over powers the bold,
watching all hope fall fall into darkness,
Our souls he tends to behold
Seeing the world through his eyes,
And seeing what he sees,
Can make the man or break the man,
For he can our destinys,
His mind is only on one thing,
Being ableto win
But this is not the story of one man,
So where do we begin

This world is full of perfect people,
Their lives are perfect,
But they're so damn ignorant

He's one of the chosen ones,
The chosen few,
Perfect in every way,
But different from you,
But if I had to chose,
I would chose to lose,
Cuz' I'm not perfect,
And that's what I chose
This world is full of perfect people,
They're lives are perfect,
But they're so damn ignorant
One man stands in the balance,
The stitch of all humanity,
Creating hate and up rage,
Without a trace of pity,
His shadow overtakes the weak, Watching all hope fall into the darkness,
Our souls he tends to behold