weakened and save me.
this hate that you gave me
keeps saying the same thing;
"to sing when you hurt
and to sing when you cry
to sing when you live
and to sing when you die."
and here at the end,
at the end of the hurt
all the pain ain't the same
when it's your turn to burn.
We're the heart for the heartless,
the thoughts for the thoughtless,
the lies for the liars,
we're the Gods of the Godless!