VERSE 1: 
If you can find vanity anywhere in my bones 
It’s justified and correct - 
For I have labored endlessly 
And earned some [bad word] respect.
They sit in their knee jerk ivory towers and wax in the tongue of nay say; 
But no matter how much of my blood they drink they can’t [bad word] on my legacy…
Not by a [bad word] sight…
I revere the spark, 
And I fan the pyre, 
But now I carry the fire…
VERSE 2: 
What could I expect from these pigs but a [bad word]  
And pigs who’ve been whispered no less. 
I say to the hours of my tribulations 
Get thee behind me ‘cause it’s on to the next.
Would you dam up my river’s flow because it precedes on sacred land, 
Or trim a new limb from an ancient tree because their roots grow hand in hand? [bad word]  
I’LL TAKE THE TORCH, THOUGH IT WAS NOT PASSED TO ME. 
AND SEVER THE BURDEN OF SYCOPHANTIC LEAGUE. 
I NEVER SET OUT TO USURP THE MUSER KINGS OR TOPPLE THEIR THRONE, 
BUT THEY DROPPED THE FLAME IN MY DESTINY NOW WATCH ME MAKE THIS MY OWN…
VERSE 3: 
It’s one thing to call a spade a spade 
When the 52 are in check - 
But quite another thing to call a card that 
Just because it’s in the same deck.
Now take the god-spot, [bad word] the hammer, and line me up in your sites 
‘Cause this hatchet job is just inspiration that will outlast the breadth of your life… [bad word]  
I’LL TAKE THE TORCH, THOUGH IT WAS NOT PASSED TO ME, 
AND SEVER THE BURDEN OF SYCOPHANTIC LEAGUE. 
I NEVER SET OUT TO USURP THE MUSER KINGS OR TOPPLE THEIR THRONE, 
BUT THEY DROPPED THE FLAME IN MY DESTINY NOW WATCH ME MAKE THIS, 
WATCH ME MAKE THIS MY OWN…
WATCH ME MAKE THIS MY OWN…
I revere the spark, 
And I fan the pyre, 
But now I carry the fire.
OUTRO: 
NOW I CARRY THE FIRE! (4x)