I recite a passage written tossed and lost in time I don't give a damn about you sleeping at night I stay up for hours burning herbs and burning skin Chanting, scribing manuscripts on using whats within Through its name and its kind And you still think it vile Through its name and its kind And I will find the right Born, abandoned, filed. Leave me on my own Empty affirmation from the lies that I've been sold We could burn a candle, we could dance until the dawn We could tear a hole and be a part of the beyond I receive a message from the voices I invite I dress me in black because I know thats what they like Through its age and its blight And you still think we might Through its name and its kind And you still think it vile Through its age and its blight And we will try to fight Limb still felt but not there Reaches out. Touches air And what comes from resolve Born from pain, cutting off?