Phinehas

I shake the dust from off myself
And set my face like flint.
Scorch the thorns entangling me
And pull me closer into you,
Because this city's full of devils
And the streets clad with coal.
I remember every waking day
As I chewed on your soul.
On and on,
A recollection of our failure
On and on,
Forget the past, we're moving onward.
Tell my devils I'm never coming back
I can see that your motives are not pure, and I feel ashamed.
I can see that your motives are not pure, they're not yours!