A consequence of technology

Colliding head on into disgraced humanity

Sometimes it’s wrong, sometimes it’s right

Constantly torn between the Darkness and the Light

Enemies raging behind my eyes

Shadows caress me while whispering their lies

Hell calls my name as the Heavens cry

I don’t know what to do so I keep praying for the end of time

See the world through eyes of coal, this sprawling wasteland of my soul

A mind of darkness, heart of light. I am Onyx, black and white

Save me from this paradigm, save me from the end of time