Lost and alone, dark and cold Where is this God of yours? Get up, get up on your feet You better not be kneeling If you got two feet to stand on
Don’t push your luck No days of grace Trenches await
Safety in numbers, unwilling shall wander Where are these demons of yours? Get out, get out off your heard You better not be following If you got two eyes to lead you on
I rather reign in hell Than find clarity as your servant
Beneath this silence might brew defiance Hate restores new fate while relinquishing light May all this violence feed your persistence Pain we feel no more, extinguishing your light
Walk straight into the last redemptive pyre Scorch yourself in the flames, caustic desire
Why do you choose to deny truth Why would yoy throw me to the wolves To rest with my own kind?