Dying is easy, it's living that's hard

It's so disturbing to hear what you're fearing

Rain of terror out in the cold

Give 'em what they want

Give 'em what they need

Pure sincerity, pure sincerity

It's what made me born from insanity

Pure sincerity, pure

Questions asked, the answers come quickly

Remorse can be so dangerous

Wolf in the fold, terror within, out in the cold

Give 'em what they want

Give 'em what they need

Pure sincerity, pure sincerity

It's what made me born from insanity

Pure sincerity

The things I am, the things that I've become

These wings of honor, son, father

Don't know if I can stand where I once fucking stood

If I could, if I could don't you think I fucking would?

Things to come, it must be from the heart

Things to come

Are these the shadows of things from the past?

Are these the shadows of things to come?

Things come, to come, things to come

Where do we go? Where do we go?

Pure sincerity, pure sincerity

It's what made me born from insanity

Pure sincerity