I've been the perfect commander leading the pack
Deception and tears have become painful scars
Now I see the truth such a fool
Left behind like a useless tool
An excess of faith
My aspirations vanish in a brimstone fog
Grotesque my limbs, myself a parody of a God
So close, so at hand, they are taking me away
At least I cleaned this world
Now free from disarray
They crown me and then they drag me down
Still breathing in the burial ground
An excess of faith
They kill me and bring me back to life
No matter for the waste behind
An excess of faith
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