I have no emotion
I have no devotion
It's empty motion
Oceans of notions
Intent on ego promotion
No elation
No devastation
Supplication seems a foreign creation

Battered and beaten and broken and bruised
Is the briar-ridden thorn-land of my heart
My cries are lies from conceitful eyes

I won't simmer in this complacency
I won't settle for this false me
I'll cry it out:
Holyname