Did I request of thee
To mold me from clay?
To pull me from darkness?
To give me this name?

In the end
One needs
More will
To live

If you lose
Yourself
You'll find
Unbidden
Veiled wisdom
Panic and lies
Senses deprived
Determined fate
Unnatural shape
Tied to fear

Did I request of --thee
To mold me from clay?
To pull me from darkness?
To give me a name?
Did I request of thee
To fill me with this pain
To leave me with hatred
To have me ashamed

Fall to depths
So low (vocal layer)
It quells
The spirit
Frame yourself
Now as
Your God
And feel
Redemption
Horror and time
Build up this shrine
Determined fate
Perverted state
Bound to fear

Built on the premise of blame
This somber drifter
Obscured
Commanded by rage
He finds nothing
Forging
A man
Made for nowhere
Conceiving
A man
Made for nowhere

Built of the premise of blame
This somber drifter
Obscured
Commanded by rage
He found nothing