Abandoned by my beliefs
Bitter and torn
Absinthian sleeps
Bereaved of light
Find your own God
Repent my sins
Redeem my flaws
This fire, it consumes the cynic I've become
False prophets proudly try to sing a worthy outcome
Malevolent
Laid waste to
Raised high on grief
Blistered, burnt through
Battled, betrayed and torn down
Solace within
Polished and crowned
This fire, it consumes the cynic I've become
False prophets always try to sing a worthy outcome
Bathed in blood and burning
I'm asking sister sea to cleanse me of this yearning
This fear that's consuming me
Bathed in blood and burning
To cleanse me of this yearning
