Ill turn your respect into shame
I am the murder; bind your soul
I am
I am the maker, deep in your wound
I am
And now the mountain falls on all that you've denied
A simple glance burns the retinas from your eye
"Unto this gift to die
Is there anything we won't take for granted?
Wading through all the scars of your own life,
I tell you my friends... Death will take us all"
A man must ask himself is this what I've become?
I beg you ask just once is this what I've become?
Your were called uncalled until the time that you stood before yourself
Respect, despair, and your doubt
Is what divides you from me
Fear not
I'm the first
The last
What is, what was
What always will be
Fear not I'm the first the last the answers in you heart
I am what was, what is, what always will be