My hands are tied
strung on a rope and left to die.
Hang my pride to the bitter end
stolen, sickly time and slowly withered away.

No more sundry lies, the proof is evident
in the writings on the wall of flame.
lay a curse on the god of fire
lay a curse to raise you higher.

My mind is fried
alive in a world that needs no question why
I strive to seek the light where no one tries
Along this winding road of flames and
search, to find and to never yield
To the fiend who demeans the unseen
and lives in a world that seeks no question why

No forgotten sighs, no thought of ignorance
is to grace the hallowed walls of the rational mind.
Now I battle the winds and the change of seasons,
And fists raised high in praise of force and reason
I call to all, and cry to none.
Surpass the simplicity,
Embrace the complexity.

2003