I kept up

With the prophecy you spoke

I kept up with the message inside

Lost sight of the irony

Of twisted faith

Lost sight of my soul and its void

Think I'm unforgiven to this world

Took a chance in decieving myself

To share in the consequence of lies

Childish with my

Reasoning and pride

Goddless to the extent that I died

Think I'm unforgiven to this world

Think I'm unforgiven

Step inside the light and see the fear

Of God burn inside of me

The gold was put to flame

To kill, to burn, to mold its purity