Lyrics: Without Prayer. Hymns For A Dying World. It Comes Around.

How many times will it take me to get it right
how many lies will be spoken and how many will i have to fight
to make a name to stake my claim
i want to be able to hold my head up high again and truely say
im not ashamed
of who i was and who ive become of all the choices ive made
and all the things ive done ive said it once and ill say it again
ill bow down to no one
my life based on this hatred for you my lifes wasted on the
thought of whats true
i can never go back and i cant seem to push forward but in the
end i know vengence will be my reward ...