If you are the dealer, I'm out of the game.
If you are the healer, it means... I'm broken and lame.
If thine is the glory, then... mine must be the shame.
You want it darker?
We kill the flame.
Magnified, sanctified... be thy holy name.
Vilified, crucified... in the human frame.
A million candles burning, for the help that never came.
You want it darker?
I'm ready, my lord.
There's a lover, in the story; but the story's still the same.
There's a lullaby, for suffering, and a paradox to blame.
But it's written, in the scriptures, and it's not some idle claim.
You want it darker?
We kill the flame.
They're lining up the prisoners, and the guards are taking aim.
I struggle with some demon they will never class and tame.
I didn't know I had permission... to murder and to maim.
You want it darker?