Your Chance To Die - Conscience (The Great I Am) lyrics

The cycle begins Born with a silver spoon Choking out your life You were born into right and privilege Your own personal three fees of glory To call your own You spend the years Making your own road Living your own way Being your own god And serving no other than the great self Which dictates its orders Hearing no other call than that of the great I am Inside of you, spurring you on to take all that you can get Tread over the weak and vanquish the poor They should have been stronger anyways Have someone else make your cake and cram it in your greedy mouth As the blood of the rest comes spewing out of the center of your being Your ego has taken over the world Your pride has been the d**h of the innocents And when you die you will be terrorized by the sound of the thunder Rolling in the distance And the horrid realization that there is a god And you my friend were mistakenly not him Stand before the bema seat as your life burns right in front of you I would die in the service to another yet I am freer than you can ever dream to be Your the king for a day, a prisoner forever, a slave to the forces Inside of you when it all burns What is left will determine that speck of eternity I'm not afraid to die I would dare to die I am stronger than you will be