"Purge" lyrics

I am sick man, old man, I am corpse; and I ask you for nothing
As I force my way to other shores, I'll ask you for nothing

Bind my hands, close my eyes
Let go of this
None is chance, all is life
You know of this

I am sick man, old man, I am corpse; and I ask you for nothing
As I force my way to other shores, I'll ask you for nothing

I'll go under, deep below the earth and purge
Tear out my innards and burn
Turn the mind to darkest light and learn
That none are real with human sight
This human frame, a most pathetic rite
I'll purge...

Purge
(None are real with human sight)