Purge

I am sick man, old man, I am corpse; and I ask you for nothing

As I force my way to other shores, I'll ask you for nothing

Bind my hands, close my eyes;

Let go of this

None is chance, all is life;

You know of this

I am sick man, old man, I am corpse; and I ask you for nothing

As I force my way to other shores, I'll ask you for nothing

I'll go under, deep below the earth and purge;

Tear out my innards and burn

Turn the mind to darkest light and learn

That none are real with human sight;

This human frame, a most pathetic rite

I'll purge...

Purge

(None are real with human sight)