concrete walls

Crime in bright light

Plunge into

The darkness for refuge

Early mistakes

Contorted consciousness

Let it sink

The wrath of me

Exiled one

Once more I'll appear

No place will hold me

For the truth will show itself

Conceal the fruit of sin

The seeds still wrangle through

In silence

the earth rots

In solitude

My influence corrupts

Let it sink

The wrath of me

Exiled one

Once more I'll appear

No place will hold me

For the truth will show itself

Conceal the fruit of sin

The seeds still wrangle true

Hear the marching hear the rumbling crush the soil of holy ground

Pointless effort digging morals five feet deep to protect the crown

The exiled will shout their voices

And the masses carries our choices

Let the kingdom break apart

And the seeds will sprout new life