[Verse 1: Connor Quest!]
Iron clad grasp it never rusts man, blade pierces them like Lust's hands
Quick snap and you can feel the burn, Mustang
I clutch a staff made from the Earth, smack your jaw, crunch, bang
Now you've bit the dust, damn
It's heavy stuff when you just want to bring back the ones you love
And end up with less half dead, dripping blood
Draw a seal on that armoured chest a form of soul suppression
Giving an arm and a leg and that's not just an expression
Obsession to correct the mess and re-collect the debt
Every lesson from the text we read was all part of the prep
Pass the test, turn a pillar into petals to protect
Now a state alchemist but not the militaries pet
Converting these materials, turn harps into cellos
But don't claim to work miracles like Father Cornello
He's got the whole town wrapped around his finger like the ring he's wearing
I'm a prophet of the gods is what he's been declaring
More a puppet to the plans of the Homunculi
Envy's hidden form lies dormant underneath disguises
Yeah they hunger for the essence of our souls and Gluttonise
No remorse for the race as we suffer or cry
Filling us with hate, seeing red like an Ishvalen
Little did they think that it would make our wits sharpen
Words of manipulation that I will not hearken
Try'na tempt me with power but I don't want it like a milk carton
Need that sharp aim like a hawk eye
Causing havoc cannot be afraid when it's war time
Crawling through the Sloth tunnel guided by the torchlight
Better put it out though we don't wanna inform Pride
And when I'm down for the count after a rowdy bout with Kimblee
Got a blonde who handles spanners like magic wands, Winry
Automail wizard, fixing up the kinks simply
Every time I break it though I think she is gunna kill me
[Chorus: Shwabadi]
The truth behind the door is evermore escaping
Creation is the game, the role of god we're playing
The truth behind the door is evermore escaping
Creation is the game, the role of god we're playing

[Verse 2: Connor Quest!]
Alchemy was our life, what we'd eat, sleep and drink
Now my brother can't experience a single bloody thing
Though expressionless I know, he's putting on a brave face
Discovering our teacher, Curtis struggles with the same fate
Stranded on that island, fighting, no way of escape
But we figured out the meaning and attainted some other great traits
Hey mate, it's okay, I'm gunna get your body back
He says the same we bump, nod carry on and that is that
Thought doubt may creep 'cause of Barrys rancid speech
He'd need more than a cleaver to cut up this dynamic team
Not even Bradley with his swords and lightning fast speed
And they can do some damage, don't believe me? Ask Greed
Burning down the memory of our humble abode
Mother lost and a father disappeared like a ghost
Searching for the item with impossible tropes
The journey to uncover the Philosopher's Stone

[Chorus: Shwabadi]
The truth behind the door is evermore escaping
Creation is the game, the role of god we're playing
The truth behind the door is evermore escaping
Creation is the game, the role of god we're playing