Texty: Entombed. Wolverine Blues. Eyemaster.

I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I live to rise again
To reborn and never end
Once I'm on the other side
I'll see if it was the end of my ride

I live to transform
Present into past
Or fall into a lifeless pattern
Going nowhere fast

Master I will always be
Of all that is of me
But I can't ever touch
What is of thee

I question things to see
If they are what they're said to be
I ask the why and wherefore
I reap the fruits of time but I let it take it's course

But where no one can answer me
Where nobody'll ever know
That is where my path begins
That is where I go

Master I will always be
Of all that is of me
But I can't ever touch
What is of thee

Human flesh
Human blood
But in your words
I'm nothing but God

A master eye is the eye
Able to behold
Part of truth from lie
In what it's been told