The Gauntlet

I am going before you to prepare the gauntlet for when you get there
 I will take your leg within my snare, a trap for which you can't prepare
 Every road you travel down leads you astray, your destination far away
 Will you suffer for the petty games you play, no one can say
 I am going before you to provide the breaking point against your pride
 I will be the thorn within your hide, I counsel you to stay inside
 For it were better that you'd hide yourself away than face the recompense you'll pay
 Will you suffer for the petty games you play, no one can say
 For the last time we can put it on the page, your desperation and my rage
 While your faded heart grows colder by the day, all the petty games you play
 When the road before you twists and turns and deep within your hunger burns
 You will know that I have paved the way before you with your just returns
 So every time that you reflect upon the way you live your life, think what you've made
 Will you suffer for the petty games you play, no one can say
 But I am going before you to prepare the gauntlet for when you get there
 I will take your leg within my snare, a trap for which you can't prepare
 Would I show up to your funeral to pay my disrespects, or just to pray
 Or to spit upon your earth and walk away, no one can say
 No one can say, no one can say