i refuse to shudder in the face of
sacrifice undying the legacy of truth shines
through adversity the furnace of affliction
could not absolve it and you in your high-chair
comfort stagnant thoughts the accolades of
arrogance wear them like a crown heart painted
scarlet and your followers follow you down

now drown in your contradictions turned religion
consumed by the grave for death is to feed
on these things and more the power which they've
given you will still surcease still more
bitter that death is to walk in silence is
to die discontent is to gaze in the eyes of
your maker and to feel no love only resentment
this more bitter than death itself i've seen
the face of redemption and i've closed my eyes
i've felt the hand of grace mend my broken
heart i've pierced my savior's side with
deceit and lies in the midst of betrayal

still repentance waits and this i resolved
within myself my adversary will no longer
be my master for this i weep bitterly in the
night i sought shelter in sleep but sleep is
restless without hope i looked for a thread
of hope but he was frail frayed fabric slowly
wearing i have no use for remorse save for
learning slowly wearing have no
use for remorse yet it consumes me