Despite the searing heat im still chilled to the bone
Further adrift, deeper into the unknown
As the burns subside, I can see the other side
Its bittersweet, but I'm on my way home
We have paid with our own blood (our own blood)
Catharsis, only comes through the mud
On ourselves we have waged war
This suffering serves us no more
A victim of comparison, it weighs upon the soul
Countless endless nights of waking, dragged over the coals
The night air hangs heavy with the weight of death
The crucible glows red through the thickest fog
Once more around a searing sun
From this we cannot run
We have paid with our own blood (our own blood)
Catharsis, only comes through the mud
It's cold and unforgiving
All this was not for nothing
