Shiva

I was the one pulled towards law and woe
With all my bents and instinct in the rough
Right where I'm forked into passion and light

Reborn and rebuilt with steel intents
Couldn't help bless and curse split and die
So I forget the time that no longer belongs to me

But in there we always find true death

Rough to delicate
Thirst and wisdom separates
The devil and deaths are mine
I don't renounce or repent
From the force I'm given
The devil and deaths are mine
As an ending or beginning, I persevere
In a truth that witnesses me

I was the one undressed from reason and right
And what's mine now marches on it's own alight
So you can borrow or steal the faith I don't feel

I'm not immune, spared, or unscathed
But I don't need a lie to be saved
And I'll land back towards arrival resides

But in there we always find true death

Make me one again, make me float against
and towards a higher ground
You torn me apart with my devotion