Cut Through the Filth

The myth we create to survive The path that you chose to your lies Your mind's been crased as a child The thoughts that run rampant and wild Worship, until Devote, free will Desire, until Expire, free will You lead them all senseless and blind You're dying on their borrowed time They follow you mindless and weak Losing the oneness you seek Master your own destinity Create your own identity Raise the sword Cut through the filth And beat them all It's just free will