reformed to end

you can't rewrite history
you can't rewrite your wrongs
begin to start again
from the start repeat herein

i am no boar in the vineyard
truth lives, truth stands high
in the advent of crosswinds
let my stake stand vert
am i just an invasion to the wronged?
or am i an outcome to the caused?

take to the streets, fire brings warmth
lies bring death, burn the fire bigger
more lie filled paper to kindle heat
the flames stand a test of time

i tell you fear the rod and cry softly
am i a brand plucked from the burning?
i stare out of the second story window
the house is in flames, burn to the ground

you've convinced me of absolute impossibility
can i live at half mast, doubted part way
i will catologue my weakness
establish rules to overcome them

i went to them to convert
but whos here to convert me
lost by my own words
lifes great mystery is my own pit

its a quarter till nine
i feel my heart grow strangely warm
im saved from my pit, my sin, my own death
this unparalleled energy is my assurance

is my rebelliousness to tyrants obedience to truth?
im led by the cloud and fire above
most assuredly im justified
i take the sword to swing lifes end