Then the memory of shame birthed its gift.

No more the small one, the weak one, the frightened one.
Running from beatings, deflating.
I'm becoming more than a man. More than you ever were.
Driven and burning to rise beyond Jesus.

(chorus) I'm born again with snakes eyes
Becoming godsize

I found my life was slipping through my hands.
Perhaps through death my life won't be so bad.
I can see you, can fuck you, inside of you.
Staring through your eyes.
Belittle your friends to serve me, to suck me,
To realize my saving grasp.
I of suicide. I the unlord.

(chorus