Noise Process - Incarnate lyrics

Wandering through the desert on seas of broken gla** Mindless self-absorption knowing I am the last Basking in the cold flames of my eternity Miring all of my time waiting to be free Rising up to claim what is mine I will be the one to whom you bow Hopeless humanity toiling in the land Pretending that their fate is crafted by their hand Trifled self-awareness Learning from the past Knowing that the next one will fall just as the last