You'd be chokin' on your flame, my Son without a name
Made king of all the wastes & foreva will swallow us alive
we'll be abstracted from time, we can let the tides wash over
This is the epilogue 2 the introduction: Lost in the sound
Hold tight all your systematic theories that help you 2 sleep at night
But remember that there could be no sufficient certitudes in hell
Father, forgive them for they know not what they do
Mother, receive me cuz I'm comin' home 2 you
Does this cup run dry?
Look at what we've done again
We wage war in the name of love 
Usin' gold 2 fill the holes in your hands
Caught in the paradox, juxtaposed between bifurcated black & white
& my propensity 2 fail you caught in the cyclical narrative 
Of violence that invokes your name 2 justify genocide
They'll take everythin' we traded water for salt 
Somethin' whole for somethin' equally as broken as us
Now dyin' of thirst we'll write this out in blood 
& shut you in a stone cold time where the air rots out
Leavin' us alone
We chose 2 be alone
I was given 2 cup 2 quench parched tongues
But I became drunk & lust lynched my lungs
Father, forgive them
For they know not what they do. Mother, receive me, cuz I'm comin' home 2 you
Does this cup run dry? 
For they know not what they do