Scarab

Crawling through the burning sand

Just a man whose lost in time.

Distant memories of a life

That flow like waves within my mind.

Look upon these calloused hands as they move without a thought

Lucid wisdom in every atom the golden mind of Thoth, 

We are the Gods, who have lost ourselves in forms, 

Like a scarab in the mind we fester in the soul.

I have felt the burden of pain

For the last time

So you want the fucking truth?

So you want the fucking truth?

The truth is we all suffer.

We all suffer in life.

We all suffer in time.

Beat me down, beat me down

Again and again, again and again

Let it Reign hell on me

In life we all suffer

But I will find my way

Through the darkness

This is the truth

In the back of my mind

It's been hiding away

For me to find

Dancing in the fire

We burn together

This pain will never end