Amalgamated inside of me,
A churning, clashing, boisterous sea,
Satiated not with what I give,
As long as this vessel intends to live,
The sea shall always move and heave,
Until my soul my body leaves,
A churning, clashing, boisterous sea
Shall always breathe inside of me,
Waiting the day I’ll be set free.

Accumulated inside of me,
Ten thousand barbs of treachery;
Breaking hearts and melting stone,
They thrust at me when I’m alone,
Telling me things that shouldn’t be,
That rumble and roil in travesty.
Ten thousand barbs of treachery,
Accumulating inside of me,
waiting the day I’ll be set free

Concocted up inside of me,
The devil’s hand, an epitome
Of the sins wrought by these hands,
Lust and greed surround like bands
Of wolves on prowl, hunting swift
The warm feelings of soul uplift;
The devil’s hand, an epitome
Concocted up inside of me,
Waiting the day I’ll be set free.