Long ago a crumbling whole of me was split in two Spat

forth into darkness and light like the Birth from the

womb I live like this in stillborn life I shed my skin and

blood and vein still i couldn't find my way home again

So climb inside and rot here for a while Outside I can hear

this dying world screaming Displaced from my earthly

home like the corpse from the tomb So climb inside and

rot here for a while This pain I own A gift in return for

a taking a wounding a breaking This is our childhood's

end Can't remember when it all began I want to burn

the masters and the slaves and those who pray that I'll

repent and be like them A gift in return for a taking a

wounding a breaking This is our childhood's end Can't

remember when it all began I want to burn the masters

and the slaves and those who pray that i'll repent and be

like them I'm in exile I'm in exile Eternally bleeding

but not broken The price I pay for vision I'm not

broken After all what can one see with blind open eyes

I'm in exile Eaten the dirt from my own grave Chosen to

be a certain slave Now in this way I die Yet I am more

alive Yet I am more alive I'm in exile