ill turn your respect into shame i am the murder; bind your soul i am i am the maker, deep in your wound i am and now the mountain falls on all that you've denied a simple glance burns the retinas from your eye "unto this gift to die is there anything we won't take for granted? wading through all the scars of your own life, I tell you my friends... death will take us all" a man must ask himself is this what i've become? i beg you ask just once is this what i've become? your were called uncalled until the time that you stood before yourself respect, despair, and your doubt is what divides you from me fear not im the first the last what is, what was what always will be fear not im the first the last the answers in you heart i am what was, what is, what always will be i tell you once more death will take us all