Butcher's Son 歌词

I wear a mask molded from clay. I walked on my shoes until the edges frayed. Alone, I've cast from my home; Give in to the wonderer. My whole purpose is deceived. I am no employee of god, but I swear to you this, I will see her again. So hold tightly to this manifestation. I will surrender my gold in the return for the patience of a loyal friend, the accomplice to the slight in my hand. I am your hope. Bearing gifts, altering alters.