Never state my name Wound within what you fabricate My value weighs greater than your existence Delicately deliberate The only one to pen my saga is me Mother Fucker I am misanthropy And I know you can feel it But your eyes have deceived thee To believe anything I'll be okay, make them believe Rotting faith, self constraint I'll be okay, make them believe Rotting faith, self constraint Oh, my god Face to face with the reaper So I began to dig a little deeper DEEPER And then the bell began to ring I hear it calling for me Her toll is growing loud As I am reaching for the sound My book of Exodus Is now