Furnace of affliction.

Suffering drilling holes of pain through our hearts day in and day out

the furnace of affliction burning tirelessly.

The old slave mill might grind slow but it grinds fine.

They fight for a seat at the table but I'd rather build my own!

Peace seeks to conquer but the ego runs riots.

In the furnace of affliction,

I clean my pride and wipe my greed,

but with the mask on

they all look the same.