Stoking the flames, fanning the fire 
Each day we're closer to feeding the pyre 

I serve death 
When all is said and done 
I serve death 

Otherworldly streaming thoughts 
Like a river through my mind 
Conscious action's all it takes 
Chanting repetitious thought 
Psyching driving in my head 
Piercing through my mental state 

Fearing the [bad word] of fate 
Empowered by feelings of hate 
Never a war has been won 
spiral of shame has begun 
The higher we get down we sink 
The time's not to feel it's to think 

In the pyre we gather up and feed the fire 
In the flame we're closing in to feel the pain