The Lord is salvation and I am his son
The descendant of man when your time is done
No more room mistakes or floor for the groundless
This is the rise of the sin, the end to this madness
When God gave you fruit you cursed his control
Now it's my turn to eat and defy your morals
You call for a return like a bird in pain
But the egg is already cracked and there is no going back
It's time to move on