(Ooh!)
I am you. 
Stillborn. 
Into this state of being numb. 
I am the temple and the sacrifice. 
The shrine, entombed within lies all I am. 
And you, the womb from whence I came. 
I am you. 
If I am you, no life is sacred in my hands. 
If I am you, no love will prosper in this world. 
If I am you, I am the faith to end all faith. 
If I am you, you shall not live to save yourselves. 
I bring no God, no afterworld. 
I am no more than a lie. 
I love your life not for you. 
I am a throne made from dust.