I made to call myself righteous I made to fashion myself a saint But I saw the devils standing there And they called to me "brother!" I sought to cast off my indignities I sought to slough off my stains But my whole skin came with it For I am not but soul, sin, and pain We thought we were wolves hunting our prey But weíre just dogs searching for a new master Drowned I shall be by the waves, But solid I shall stand in my watery grave. What if what I wilt is this sickening submission? What if what I wilt is this goddamned religion? I tried to steal past the watchful dragons But only one of us made it through I tried to steal past those deceitful dragons But what they say might be true I shall lay the foundation Of a temple that shall last forever A simple harmony to the grand theme A sound that shall never pass away Apollo has a made bed in my ear To sing me songs of my disgrace Making his temple of sublime noise Just behind my terrified, unbelieving face We thought we were wolves hunting those who pray But weíre just dogs searching for a new master I shall waste my time With blood and wine And the superstitious meal Shared by me and my kind Drowned I shall be by the waves, But solid I shall stand in my watery grave. What if what I wilt is this sickening submission? What if what I wilt is this goddamned religion?