Take the middle way,
But not always.

You follower. Fool follower!

Witch trials have began,
Hang the noose on Gallows Hill
And execute the land.

You follower. Wise follower!

With scales in your hand,
Weigh the truth and walk the path
Some missions must be manned.

I learned lessons in the darkness
  that I couldn't in the light.

First
   that you don't have to shiver
    in the frosty winter bite.

Then
   that shadows are deceiving
    so your faith becomes your sight.

Last
   that flames will shine through boldly,
    you must wait with all your might.

Half a decade later,
and it surfaces at last.

That coupled with the losing,
Was a partner just as crass.

I must not throw into the sea
what washes up to shore.

That fear that I won't feel again,
the way I felt before.

A: This tastes like crap.

B: You've eaten crap?

A: ...

A: Tasted.

What once was fire in your eyes,
is smoldering,
about to die.

What once was fire in your veins,
is spilling out,
it slowly wanes.

Lost in a fog,
Drained of your blood,
Spine feeling soft,
Face in the mud.

Now fan the embers in your eyes,
consume what's left,
by fire baptize.