I am the Alpha,
I am the Omega,
and I will it.
Rise to your feet,
sing your praise,
here and now.
A servant to no reign,
to no master,
I will serve.
Only my will,
and I shall create.
Will they chaos?
Or a single power to rule my dominion?
Or commit the obligation unto me?
The hands of death,
the consciousness of earth,
lies in deadly ears.
Giving way to acceleration.
Sculpt a monument of the now.
At my table,
there's no place for your rituals of grace.
I will drink to myself,
for I know there's
nothing else.
Words of
faith reflect your fear.
Send me veiled, but far too clear.
And if my truth shatters yours,
then be baptized in its flame.
Sculpt a
monument
of the now.
I am the Alpha,
I am the Omega,
and I will it.
So it shall be.
Rise to your feet,
sing your praise,
here and now.
A servant to no reign,
to no master, I will serve.
The hands of death,
the consciousness of earth,
lies in deadly ears.
Restoring the fruits of triumph unto me.
The hands of death,
the consciousness of earth, lies in deadly ears.
Giving way to acceleration.
And in turn brings new creation.