Fate sealed, He invites his cancer in
It bores a hole and He fills it up with sin
Eyes fixed on the breaking of his skin
End him, so that this can now begin
Born, and set loose with his lust and his violence
Aching to see where the misery ends
Finding his way through the drug and this silence
Chasing the rhyme of his mystery's end
...the brink of death and then run from it, coward
Onward to squander another year
Certain that nothing will come of it now
Forward, a fraud with a conscience so clear
The brink of death and his bitterness flowers
No will to witness another year
For how could anything come from it now?
No one, an object without hope or fear
Beg to see that face again
The lord of all that can't begin
Take the hand of human sin
To kill a tyrant king again
Will he show his face again?
Guilt and time in pallid skin
Ashamed of all he won't begin
Please kill this tyrant king again
God loathes himself
Man breaks himself