Drifting by the heavens unscarred. Yet unhealed before a bleeding cross. Thrown into the ash. Crumbling. [chorus] I've been crossed like the lies on a clock's face. I've been fed lies I can't comprehend. I've become but a mere seed again. And I'll prophesize the end. I have yet begun to fight.
There is no fear in my heart. No cause worthy of my respect. I won't fall prey to deception. Deception is the means by which they profit. The cruelty by which they exploit will not be part of my life.