chains break yet the line
dust in the cogs has no effect or
what little remorse we have suffers
to weak to know who you are
and i fear this wretch is whole
day breaks yet the sun's dissipated
iron manacles rattle the cages
debt paid in full to the lords
and i fear this wretch is whole
they want to see people burn
and watch their faces turn
inflicting their pain upon
the end to the hell that's begun