ill turn your respect into shame
 i am the murder; bind your soul
 i am
 i am the maker, deep in your wound
 i am

 and now the mountain falls on all that you've denied
 a simple glance burns the retinas from your eye

 "unto this gift to die
 is there anything we won't take for granted?
 wading through all the scars of your own life,
 I tell you my friends... death will take us all"

 a man must ask himself is this what i've become?
 i beg you ask just once is this what i've become?

 your were called uncalled until the time that you stood before yourself

 respect, despair, and your doubt
 is what divides you from me

 fear not
 im the first
 the last
 what is, what was
 what always will be
 fear not im the first the last the answers in you heart
 i am what was, what is, what always will be

 i tell you once more
 death will take us all