My Faith is written in my blood   And my gods within my Image   I stand within the Sun unblinking   And Rise within it's Rays      It is not enough to kindle the Fire   One must be the Fire   It is not enough to Face Tomorrow   When there is Time enough Today      So long this savage beast has been   Slumbered (too long)   Shackled and bound no longer   For I am both Sacrifice and Solution      Has the world made you?   Have you made the world?   There are strange times I ask you...   Generations of Messiahs   As Grist to the Mill      All with the world to sell   And a world to win   Yet looking no further   Then yesterday Dictator   Or yesterdays Traitor      [Our rage insurmountable, out thirst and desire unquenchable, about seizing the day, the moment, the very fire behind the eyes, within the veins, to conquer sterility, stagnation, burn away the veils of falsehood. A natural equilibrium is restored...]