The altar stands before me now

Familiar stones cry out my name

Beckoning me to draw myself near

Tempting me with the lust of my youth

Thoughts resigned to the past

Resurface now illicit only pain

The fervor that once filled my heart

That broke me and drove me insane

Their faces now haunt my every thought

Passion and manipulated youth

A debt that can never be paid

And I was the willful pawn

These hands that grasped for the truth

Were given dire wormwood instead

This mind that sought only peace

Became an engine of war

I became the grinding death

An instrument of deceit

Filled with a passionate rage

The mask I wore became me

I am not what I once thought I was

I am not who I once thought I was