Two alone in a sack of skin
Playing the role of slave master of war
That is my lot
Separated but still united
Bound to emptiness, bound to flesh
That is my [bad word] Penitent rebel
Riding the ether or grovelling in the mud
I know how little is the value of that which has a price
Rebellion!
Instinct is not the path of man
Rebellion!
Renunciation is not the divine way
Two alone in a sack of skin
Playing the role of slave master of war
That is my lot
Separated but still united
Bound to emptiness, bound to flesh
Captured and tortured
I don't want this, I want to leave
How can one go when one has already arrived?
Flight is an illusion
And even triumph is bitter
When only the battle is counted
I know how little is the value of that which has a price
Rebellion!
Instinct is not the path of man
Rebellion!
Renunciation is not the divine way
REBELLION!