I have been molding this burden for a lifetime Curved in the most exquisite form Forged to capture my molten iron will A vessel that shall carry me to the grave Purity through fire Cauterize... This furrowed affliction is as arrow-ravaged flesh Locked away in a chamber of voices Haunted by the past, hunted by the present Stalked endlessly by a harrow of shame By scorn and the crucible Scar, burn, sanctify The ardor of scorn is an artist who paints with pure desire The perfect scar is forged by pyre... I have been molding this bitterness for a lifetime Cradled in the most exquisite form Forged to scoff my molten iron will A mockery that will echo to the grave Purity through fire Wash away the burden The ardor of scorn is an artist who paints with pure desire The perfect scar is forged by pyre and crucible