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.