The flame is the cleanser
removing any doubts
I give myself unto you
restoring balance
but not as they foresaw
All that was dear to me
lost at my own hand
I create the architect
of my own demise
I have new master now
I choose to believe
I choose to believe
I choose to believe your lies
I don't ask for pity
encased in machinery
oblivious to your scorn
Up from the flames that took me
exoskeleton shelters me
I am reborn
I choose to believe
I choose to believe
I choose to believe your lies
I choose what I see
I choose what I see
With my electronic eyes
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