Drifting by the heavens unscarred
Yet unhealed before a bleeding cross
Thrown into the ash
Crumbling the furnace, resurrection

I've been crossed like the hands on a clock's face
I've been fed lies I can't comprehend
I've become a mere seed again
And I'll prophesize the end
Now
I have yet begun to fight

There is no fear in my heart
No cause worthy of my respect
In the end I'll rot
I won't fall prey to deception
Deception is the means by which they profit

Deceit is in their hearts
Evil's within their souls
The cruelty by which they exploit
Will never be part of my life

I've been crossed like the hands on a clock's face
I've been fed lies I can't comprehend
I've become a mere seed again
And I'll prophesize the end
Now