When I see my name
And itâs written on the flames
I can see I donât belong
I am low, I am weak
I am virtually unique
And I wonât be here for long
Cause my weakness makes me strong
And I see his face in every rose
And I feel his breath on my nose
And I feel the horns putting
pressure on the inside of my skull
And I know, and I know
It is in the tone
When I listen to the phone
Hiding in the frequencies
He is dark but heâs here
And thereâs nothing that I fear
Because he is one with me
Because he is one with me.