Reformation

We're born into dust
We're born from our graves
We give ourselves life
Yet in our blood we bathe

Our duties are consequence
Our fears are instinct
Our efforts are irrelevant
We're born extinct

Depraved and blood thirsty huddled masses
Drink from their shared poisoned glasses

The smell of death the taste of fear
The sound of your own cries rings in your ear

We forget that we're all slaves
To the upward view from our graves

The black in the shadow is depthless
Your villain within is restless

Which casts you into the night
Stripping you of your courage and your might
Though one must always go onward
Despite inundating fright

The task is yours
To enact your salvation
The choice is yours
To rise to the occasion

To heed your calling
To stand and take charge
Albeit appalling
The fear is quite large

We can be here for a purpose
The choice is yours alone
To surround oneself with comfort
Or to explore the unknown

Not knowing is possibly
Our only gift
But don't expect to count
What punishments it'll lift

Deliver us from our undoing
In every facet we live in sin
Our sentence is nigh for renewing
Our fate is known within

May wisdom bestow upon us
The will to be victorious
And may mercy be shown
Despite how little we'e grown

Reformation is what awaits us
Reformation
Reformation

Rid the feeling that inside you're hollow
Its reason is there's no one to follow
Rid the mystery of the elusive tomorrow
It's the sum of the lies we swallow