The world is at war. Only the mighty's will be done.
Nation against nation. Kingdom against kingdom.
Famine and pestilence have destroyed our tomorrows.
All hope has perished, replaced only by sorrow.
New York is a funeral pyre. Babylon a pile of dust.
Crushed by a bleak future, my optimism's now a husk.
I've been buried alive. I've learned to distrust.
Everyone I loved has died. Even the dead return to crush
every unspoiled memory I've ever had, felt, or held close.

There was a time where I was a beam of light.
I listened well to the makeshift philosophers
who guided me away from the circles of hell.
They never told me that I was already there.

Lust and wrath have followed me everywhere.
Gluttony and greed, I've seen your face.
Anger, fraud, and treachery are nothing new to me.
I'm unafraid that heresy will condemn me.

I'm to blame.
I know my own guilt.
I'm to blame.
Wish I had the courage to kill myself.
I'm to blame,
the only common thread.
I'm to blame,
too earnest to believe I've been mislead.

Yet, through it all, I've always had
some sort of rock that helped pull me through.
Yet now it's slipping away from my grasp
I would sell my soul if I could take it back.

I have heard you speaking
in desperate sobs that grant you pity.
But I would be remiss
to pretend that your soul exists.
You have nothing left to offer;
you're an abyss. That ain't no coffer.
I could give you a new start,
but first I must take it all apart
and leave you loveless, barren, and in the dark.

Yet, through it all, I've always had
some sort of rock that helped pull me through.
Yet now it's slipping away from my grasp
I would sell my soul if I could take it back.

I have heard you speaking
in desperate sobs that grant you pity.
But I would be remiss
to pretend that your soul exists.
You have nothing left to offer;
you're an abyss. That ain't no coffer.
I could give you a new start,
but first I must take it all apart
and leave you loveless, barren, and in the dark.

I find myself at the beginning.
with no greater understanding.
No gain without loss, no hope without shame;
if this is what heaven and hell offer, then I'll carve my own way:
something human and blasphemous,
something spiritual and destructive.
I tried to fix the world and I found it complacent.
From these shards of history, I'll make a better present.

I find myself at the beginning.
with no greater understanding.
No gain without loss, no hope without shame;
if this is what heaven and hell offer, then I'll carve my own way:
something human and blasphemous,
something spiritual and destructive.
I tried to fix the world and I found it complacent.
From these shards of history, I'll make a better present.

This is a call: everything is a phoenix.