From the recording Catastrophes of the Mind
I weep for the skies
Time? There's no hope for our lives.
Self-destruction and apathy reigns,
You deserve all you've lost for your gains.
Your gods are laughing at your pitiful cries
As your reap what you've sown, I take what's mine
Darkness it falls, hatred it flows
What could have been, no one here knows
I'll leave this life a powerful soul
Long after these times, my story will be told
I am a god.
I am your god.
I cannot break;
I will not fade.
Your gods are weak;
Your gods still bleed.