atop the shameless tower with wings outstretched an apprehensive shadow is cast over all drain us of our divinity and leave us dry amongst the dirt of men in the worst of our nightmares we are weak and servile we as martyrs fear runs through our veins hung for grandeur and fate we hang lifeless with blind eyes turned from daylight we deny with blind eyes turned from the glare of being loathe that which we are i abhor the undiscerning no more of my blood will be shed of pity with an empty and unforgiving heart once more i scream to the sky for i am mine the rot of subordination i burn away i am mine