We were sent by the core of the earth To find a light inside her chest A judge, impartial to our purpose This fire bleeds from her neck Circuitry with no distinction Centuries after the blood seeped through Now I can't be Now I can't just be the face of the hopeless Now I can't just be the face of the disconnected process She will burn from mistakes She will burn from the salt and ashes She will burn from mistakes She will burn for this She floats inside every pattern We have take more than needed I am the machine built with no hands to choke Why must we bear the sins of our forgotten fathers Discourse runs deep in me She breaks her teeth on dreams and concrete Dragging oil beneath her feet I'm the son of a god, of a king, of a man Who wrote the verses from the books they burned away Danced around it in arms of bondage