Here,nA martyr prayed to the gods of his executionernAs we, like dust, are confined to the fates of our former selvesnnAnd I'll watchnAs you flaunt your flawed perfectionsnBut there's no neednTo mask these perfect flawsnnI PROMISE YOU'LL FEEL AT HOME, SOnFOLLOW ME TO REALITYnnThe cough exacerbatesnWhile the hemorrhages subsidenWe're reaching; We're siezingnIt's not pain that breaks me.nnGo ahead!nSpill your guts to the mirror, to your reflection.nBut there aren't enough organs to your system to lead a double life.nnIs this who you're fooling?n...meeting eyes with Destiny.nIf you, by chance, take that glance,nWill you like what you see?nnJust quench your hate on me.nCause I've resigned myself to HenAnd none who love themselves too much to seenThey're not the deity they claim to bennI see this premeditatednNot quite enough to be convincednStill, He'll bring this to fruitionnStill, all too much for coincidencennSomehow I knew it'd come to thisnIn this state of heightened reflexnWe're here to let our lives be leadnTherefore, purge this sin from your chest!nnI PROMISE YOU'LL FEEL AT HOME, SOnFOLLOW ME TO REALITYnnIt's moments like these...nThat break who you were, and shape who you'll benJust find something greater and cling for dear lifenLife is just that, make it count, son!