Nadir

As I bore for the depths of depravity
 A bottomless pit I have found
 As I search for the signs of humanity
 There will be no ashes abound
 Will you burn me alive?
 Turn my organs to ash
 Await my salvation
 As bones break like glass
 If I empty my guts on the table
 Will you sift through and find what you need?
 Will you write out the truth with eloquence?
 Or smear out a liars decree
 Will you burn me alive?
 Turn my organs to ash
 Await my salvation
 As bones break like glass
 No cross no thorns
 No kings without pawns
 No pain no crown
 My skin fills with rain
 I stare in the eye of the storm
 No cross no thorns
 No kings without pawns
 No pain no crown
 My skin fills with rain
 I stare in the eye of the storm.