As they plead and shout 'don't surrender your...
Feral flames once were born just to settle this...

My own true witness of decay
of love and life, dear friends...

In these words you can hear me call
Like a purposeful wrong direction...

This sin has been cast
and demons I pass...

This calm and welcomed soul
why must I dispute...

Concealed in a world so proud
Reflections I could never see...

And gently we trickle
in amongst the crowd...

I don't want to hear your story
It's the same old death and glory...

Young boy, please don't cry
Never say die but I know why...

I cant control it this demon in me
I feel I can see what it wants me to see...

Please take this grain of sand
It's from my desert on the moon...

Offer me my soul, and sell me my rights
I'd like not to be free, of torturous shame...