I call to thee powers of the behemoth
that force greater than thou
undeniably ungrateful supremacy
casting a hardened will unto me
I've born two masters over
and died both times
you've swallowed my pride for me
though it still did not disperse
intuition is deaths design
a genius method of lightening the workload
giving sight farther than the eye can see
farther than a stagnant mind can think
growth being repetitive destiny
at least for me
sour as failed redemption
as sick as failed resurrection
enticing is this new exception
except for me I get no better reception