When I see my name
And it’s written on the flames
I can see I don’t belong
I am low, I am weak
I am virtually unique
And I won’t be here for long
Cause my weakness makes me strong

And I see his face in every rose
And I feel his breath on my nose
And I feel the horns putting pressure on the inside of my skull
And I know, and I know

It is in the tone
When I listen to the phone
Hiding in the frequencies
He is dark but he’s here
And there’s nothing that I fear
Because he is one with me
Because he is one with me.