Stagnant, I see no progress
The world as tainted as the air I breathe
A soul repressed and mournful walks in my place
Blind, never to see an inch of progress
I've grown cold, I am the object of scorn
The scripture will speak of my damnation
Loss of faith, lost my way, lacked divinity
I've descended lower than than any soul has dared to tread
I've passed the gates of hell glowing in red
Heaven, armageddon, unforgiven
The sheep, the goat, will battle forever in my soul