As I bore for the depths of depravity
A bottomless pit I have found
As I search for the signs of humanity
There will be no ashes abound
Will you burn me alive
Turn my organs to ash
Await my salvation
As bones break like glass
If I empty my guts on the table
Will you sift through and find what you need
Will you write out the truth with eloquence
Or smear out a liars decree
Will you burn me alive
Turn my organs to ash
Await my salvation
As bones break like glass
No cross, no thorns
No kings without pawns
No pain, no crown
My skin fills with rain I stare in the eye of the storm
No cross, no thorns
No kings without pawns
No pain, no crown
My skin fills with rain I stare in the eye of the storm