There are things I hope to find
I'll be gone when they arrive
There is nothing left inside
Memories now lost in time
In much wisdom is much grief
Gaining knowledge sorrow increase
In much wisdom is much grief
Gaining knowledge sorrow increase

I'll run until my lungs burst
From my mouth blood runs
Break this prison

Devour the frame
Defeated by none… save myself
Take shelter from thyself
Bid the world farewell
Spring forth from out of torment
Try to steal away from hell
What is this that they call life
All we know is hurt and strife
What is this that they call life
All we know is hurt and strife
I'll run until my lungs burst
From my mouth blood runs
Break this prison
Devour the frame
Defeated by none… save myself