Dance Upon My Grave

Beholding the holy of me
No compassion or sympathy
Am the gardener of the truth
You have lost your pride and dignity
Entangled with the threads of story lines
I never thought I will

Cast out the forsaken hope
Into the cold death of soul where fear beholds
I've lost my drive
I've lost my pride
I've lost my faith
Am lost and dwelled into those sins that I convict
Those morals I contradict
Within my inner conflict
I lost control, I lost control
I die and I tend to justify
The bewildered dust of shameful lust
Disguise the truth. Ignore, corrupt
The divine within enslaved to sin
The unholy form rendered to win

Fetter the hands of self-slavery
And greet demise and greet immortal agony
Unfold the cure, restore sanity
Ignore no more what lead to this catastrophe
Forgive my soul that judged them all
Acute remorse now takes control
Ignite my doubts, stuff more to crave
Invite the crowds to dance upon my grave!