[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