All the promises you hold in yourself 

An obvious manipulation 



I 

Shall leave hollow inside 

To touch yourself 

Not in our hearts 

And to stand above 

will be a matter of time 

Cause naked you come 

and naked you shall leave this ground 

With a trail of lies 

left behind 



Then I'll come 

The prophet who didn't asked to be 



Now see what I've known 

The past and the future 



For his past is the future 

and those days are behind us