To rest with fury, My soul will flee
Impeccable despise, At the evil things I see
Anger is a thing, I once was told
Molded in my making, Not in my mold

A Savior was he, Oh how he new
Cold philosophy, The mind he slew

(Chorus)

Now the circle, The stories grim
Yes this cycle, It calls them
A savior was he
Oh how he new
The clouds that fill my mind
Are prophesy for you

(Bridge V)

For all you hypocrites, The laughter awaits
And as the final bell rings, You'll lose your faith

(Bridge Heavy V)

A savior was he, Oh how he new
Cold philosophy, The mind he slew

And the spirits danced, Their bodies swayed
Now their souls are free, Trapped in the gaze
No redemption, Beseech thee only son
Listen freely, To the words that come

(Chorus)

Now the circle, The stories grim
Yes this cycle, It calls them
A savior was he
Oh how he new
The clouds that fill my mind Are prophesy for you