Lead me on my way, Betrayer of words, And If I am to stray Show me the lies of the worlds Unexamined is my modesty And locust is my spirit Buried deep in my sanity With Only spring to allay it My hands burn I am god, but my hands burn As the heavens above churn I am free, but everywhere in chains And it reeks, the filth... it remains. Burden of millennia Of static nature of mankind Plunges me to a dementia Painted with pristine wine I know that hedonistic acts Are of no benevolence But If I am not to cease Who is to in the end? My hands burn I am god, but my hands burn As the heavens above churn I am free, but everywhere in chains And it reeks, the filth... it remains.