This feeling that inside me burns
 Reveals its face to me in turn
 To sow the seeds of self [bad word] 
 Once hidden, now concealed no more
 Its power greater than before
 Led down the path to where renewed temptation lies 

Internalize
 These wicked cries
 Is fate deciding?
 What's [bad word] of me?
 Creation's son
 Thy will be done
 There's no defying
 I'll be undone 

Relent and give in to its needs
 Incessant chaos which it feeds
 Digs my own grave without intention
 And now the hole is six feet deep
 Return to reason far too steep
 Walk further down the road to where salvation dies 

Internalize
 These wicked cries
 Is fate deciding?
 What's [bad word] of me?
 Creation's son
 Thy will be done
 There's no defying
 I'll be undone 

Relent and give in to extreme
 Incessant chaos draining me
 To sow the seeds of [bad word] 
 Once hidden now the path is clear
 Its power greater than my fear
 Led down the path to where the flames of cremation rise 

Internalize
 These wicked cries
 Is fate deciding?
 What's [bad word] of me?
 Creation's son
 Thy will be done
 There's no defying
 I'll be undone