Sustain this mark of feign to truth
By who?
Flesh in a defeat find the oven fun
I face my fate
I play the fools of the state
My grace my time
To lift this burden of mine
My hands and my back
All rains ascend into a cloud
My grace my time
To lose this burden of mine
My hands and my back
Always descend into the black
My knives and my bones now swinging the corpse of the sound