With fire in my cells
And my hope as my certain fall
I remember you well
By the thick of it all
And the kind of hell
You were able to install
What your venting propelled
With your life in dismal
All the rumble and yell
Your guerrilla as vocation call
My soul as my witness
Fed up with your own sickness
My soul as my witness
You will never do me justice
I won't be at your service
You know your guilt
But you cope well with it
Someone has to
Lick the wounds
Before the blood
Gets to the dirty floor
To live and forgive
But not forget
The story is awful
But for you, entertains
Entertains
My soul as my witness
Fed up with your own sickness
My soul as my witness
You will never do me justice
I won't be at your service
I won't be at your service
I won't be
I won't be
I won't be
I won't be at your service
I may
Traverse
From heaven to
Cacophonous vibes
But I'll see, deeply
The beauty of our lives
But I'll see, deeply
The beauty of our lives
Of our lives
Of our lives
I'll see
The beauty
Of our lives
The beauty of our lives
