Third day of creation I rose above the gods
Equal with life & equal with death
I built my glory from the ashes and dark
Son of the morning cast down from the stars
Words of failure set in gold
To cover the sickness untold
I embrace his prayers as my own
And tear them down with their worthless souls
Bright Angel, keeper of light
Rise above the heavens & enlighten our time!
Eyeless lord, eager to see
Crawling forth like a miserable & spineless sheep
Statues of shame set in gold
To cover the cancer untold
I pray their god as my own
And tear him down with his worthless soul
Heavens are torn and sun bleeds to death
Hope is buried in the grave that no one is willing to see
Open your wrists so the pain can finally reach
And gaze this world once again on its knees
"Through the ashes
Through the dark
I saw the sickness
Hidden in god"