I won´t let this ruin me.

My orchestra, my indecision: It all comes back full circle (from grace to
All my hate).
I never meant to hurt anyone. (anyone) I came for peace, and for great
Reason.
There is no solace, there´s no alleviation in all our money, or within her
Golden teeth.

Is this it? Is this how it goes? I am the wretched one, I am the beggar´s
Hands.
It comes back full circle. I cannot help but feel nothing.
Pick it up... Oh...
Such a bitter friend, change can be.
Remind me God, refresh what´s turned to grey.
Oh my intentions, you vanish with the wind.

Is this it? Is this how it goes? I am the wretched one, I am the harlot´s
Bones.
It comes back full circle. I cannot help but care no more.
Is this it, is this how it goes? It all comes back full circle.
It comes back full circle. I cannot help but feel nothing.

All that you know... I am all that you know.

He had a vision as to what comes next, so disregard this unholy place.