Did I request of thee To mold me from clay? To pull me from darkness? To give me this name? In the end One needs More will To live If you lose Yourself You'll find Unbidden Veiled wisdom Panic and lies Senses deprived Determined fate Unnatural shape Tied to fear Did I request of --thee To mold me from clay? To pull me from darkness? To give me a name? Did I request of thee To fill me with this pain To leave me with hatred To have me ashamed Fall to depths So low (vocal layer) It quells The spirit Frame yourself Now as Your God And feel Redemption Horror and time Build up this shrine Determined fate Perverted state Bound to fear Built on the premise of blame This somber drifter Obscured Commanded by rage He finds nothing Forging A man Made for nowhere Conceiving A man Made for nowhere Built of the premise of blame This somber drifter Obscured Commanded by rage He found nothing