I know the truth, I know the light, yet I persist to dwell in the fringes of the night,
I crave release, to start afresh,
I live and long to shed this wreckage of flesh.
I know the truth, I know the light, yet I persist to dwell in the fringes of the night,
I crave release, to start afresh,
I live and long to shed this wreckage of flesh.
My soul's on fire,
Epignosis: my desire.
Under the skin, down in the blood, I strain against the flow of my emotion's flood,
My hope is peace; my hope, I pray, to seek your face, your love, your light, your truth, your way.
My soul's on fire,
Epignosis: my desire,
I pray for your fire,
Epignosis: my desire.
Lifetime spent in turmoil; my spirit stained with my flesh,
My tolerance exposed for devilry that it is,
My spirit aches from it's burden, longing to be free,
But I've strapped my dead past to my back, and I'm sinking.
Almighty God, redeem,
My soul cries out to thee.
A state of grace: the only place my soul finds liberty,
Only there, beneath your stare, can I reach my destiny,
My faith taken to another level,
My hope from out of the mire of the carnal mind, and running blind to a soul embraced by a holy fire.
