Some days we felt aware
Trusted in the throne
In the dark We felt unclean
In the light we held the stone.
To the ones who hate your maker
And the weak who fade to black
Theres nothing but your pain here
Push on and dont turn back.
You found another way
To forget your certain doom
But you know there comes a day
Youll meet your maker too.
To the ones who give not take
And the ones who live to laugh
Youll blind the rising sun
And pull the knife out of your back