Lyric

I opened my eyes to this world

From my mother’s womb into the dust of men

My soul clings tight to the name of “I,”

Never once letting go—never once at peace

All that I do hides an intent

A hidden agenda in everything

A secret meaning beneath the truth

So don’t pretend you’re pure inside your mind

Good intent—does it mean I’m weak?

Is gentleness the mark of defeat?

To hold one way, to fix one thought

And call it virtue worth worshipping?

What I’ve done—don’t call it shame

I’ve learned, I too am human-made

To know the hearts of others and mine

To feel remorse—yet still to be me

If I’m born again—let it be as man

To see the limits of the heart and understand

To navigate the mind, mistake as my guide

Till the day my soul returns inside

The good will die

The evil will die

All who breathe will meet their time

But I choose how I die—

I choose to die as one who’s good

The good shall never be ashamed

The good—shall never—

Be ashamed

The good… shall never… be ashamed

Never