Sanoja: Soilwork. Sworn To A Great Divide.

'Cause I won't take what I give,
a sworn pattern within.
Not the last time, it keeps coming back.
Building knowledge, gaining strength.
A part of the Jekyll, a part of the Hyde.
Fear itself is bigger than the seed.
In clear resemblance to the mouths that I feed.

I'm sworn to a great divide, sworn to a great divide.
How will I turn when it beckons to me?
Can I turn myself from home?
Well it's time to decide, is that really the key.
All that matters, I can do this on my own...

So now the conflict is turning, towards the back of my hand.
Inevitable, the disaster, comes quickly as it can.
Inevitable changes, inevitable crimes.
Considered a victim, a wide open file.
When the truth just hurts, you will confess, not deny.
Incinirate, illuminate, either way is just fine.
Truth shall set you free and I won't push it or let it be.
Master the puppet or cut off the strings.
Self indulgence, what a beautiful thing.

I'm sworn to a great divide, sworn to a bottomless tide.
How will I turn when it beckons me?
Can I turn myself from home?
Well it's time to decide, is that really the key.
All that matters, I can do this on my own...

I can feel it coming my way. Here it comes now, one, two, three, go!

Sworn to a great divide, sworn to a great divide...
How will I turn when it beckons me?
Can I turn myself from home?
Well it's time to decide, is that really the key.
All that matters, I can do this on my own...
I can do this on my own

(Thanks to NthraXX for these lyrics)