(Verse 1) As I stand in darkness, waiting and alone, I see the past as what has been shown, Like a broken stone laying upon the land, Trampled down into the sand to where I cannot stand. Given time and a single drop of water, We may yet stem the coming slaughter. (Chorus) Temper me that I may not fall to my proclivities. My rage is nearly at the point it cannot be quelled with simplicity. Complexity and my idiosyncrasies run wild like an avalanche, Stones falling and I am the one needing an olive branch. (Verse 2) I struggle with my desires inside, Hate and rage never seen, just belied. A mask of tempered comedy, A real me that no one can really see. Hidden deep within the earth, Still masking my pain with public mirth. (Chorus) Temper me that I may not fall to my proclivities. My rage is nearly at the point it cannot be quelled with simplicity. Complexity and my idiosyncrasies run wild like an avalanche, Stones falling and I am just one needing an olive branch. (Verse 3) It all boils up to the point of never letting go, I press it down and never let it show. Finding paths that lead to harmony, Creating a future from the past just for me. My destiny was known before the first star cast its light, The one who knows my pain is the star that shines so bright. (Chorus) Temper me that I may not fall to my proclivities. My rage is nearly at the point it cannot be quelled with simplicity. Complexity and my idiosyncrasies run wild like an avalanche, Stones falling and I am just one needing an olive branch. (Bridge) A bridge was built for me before time began, Across a chasm deep and wide, I cannot see the span. Blind to my own creation, a fissure of my own design, The bridge was built by the hands of the divine. The path was marked with the blood of just one, I have to choose not to give in before my time is done. (Outro) An olive branch has been cast, Mortal pain that will not last. Rage and hate will bleed away, May I find rest on Judgement day.
