With tongues of fire below the rising tide I stand defiant upon the funeral pyre
Built with my own two hands to let the past catch fire
Throw the ash to the air begin the age of iron

So here I stand / Here I believe
That I am free / Because I chose to be
Stronger than death / Louder than shame
Let it all burn away and rise from the remains

Hymns of a native son reborn in Babylon calculating steps to hide the damage done
When there’s no hope or grace you learn to fight like hell
When there’s no savior you learn to save yourself