Fulfil me, no.
Fill me, full.

Your prophecy won't save me and
my prophecy won't save me.
It will decieve me
and sell lies to my soul.

Your dreams won't set me free and
my dreams won't set me free.
They cloud my thoughts
and rain on my reality.

All I need is:
my belief,
my knowledge,
my soul
and the truth.

I am my prophecy
and
I am my dreams.