As I bore for the depths of depravity nA bottomless pit I have found nAs I search for the signs of humanity nThere will be no ashes abound nnWill you burn me alive nTurn my organs to ash nAwait my salvation nAs bones break like glass nnIf I empty my guts on the table nWill you sift through and find what you need nWill you write out the truth with eloquence nOr smear out a liars decree nnWill you burn me alive nTurn my organs to ash nAwait my salvation nAs bones break like glass nnNo cross, no thorns nNo kings without pawns nNo pain, no crown nMy skin fills with rain I stare in the eye of the storm nnNo cross, no thorns nNo kings without pawns nNo pain, no crown nMy skin fills with rain I stare in the eye of the stormn