[Verse 1]
A black scab grows where you bite
But I'll bring your hiding place to light
Your father's envy and conceit
Your secret tyrant-appetite
I'd be a pillar saint not a whirlpool of revenge
Thus spoke the more uncommon sense
[Chorus]
Good and evil, rich and poor
Mean and noble, born to war
Free me from this vengeful hour
Free me from this holy fire
[Verse 2]
Again it drives me to mankind
It drives the hammer to the stone
What are the gods to me now, dust on statues long gone
A body rotten with disease
I'd be a pillar saint not a whirlpool of revenge
Thus spoke the more uncommon sense
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I would travel long and far just to get to where you are
I'd be a pillar saint not a whirlpool of revenge