Plague, walk with me Will to power cuts my every way back To uphold the hunger. Mocks all my fears What has to live, is what has to toil, for strength Transcend the inner realm, to touch the divine All men need the greater than themselves, to look upon I, above Our hunger is what makes us defined Id - born again, aggressive No compassion, thus no shame Flame, touch me not Weaving spiders, veil my every foul step Obedient mobsters, fools, will ye learn it? Ye dream to be greater than what man cannot restrain Id - born again, compulsive No compassion, thus no shame Our hunger is what makes us defined No compassion, thus no shame