Renegade,
Renegade,
Tell me what your hands have made
2x

Reason’s wake
Unfamiliar and out to infinity
Cloistered and brought back again
Mellowed through memories I’ve never suffered
Dancing throughout vicarious sin

Filthy flesh finds frail accomplices
And gasping succumbs to the din

Renegade,
Renegade,
Tell me what your hands have made
Renegade,
Renegade,
What have you found in reason’s wake?