Из альбома: The Mind's I
With each daring new concept
creation and form
one fragment of shelter
from heaven be torn
The bleeding through barriers
shine of redemption
The taste of renewal
let art once again be a weapon
The whim of the forger is theft from the flow
the hatchet now redden, with creation's bloodConstant is forever
I am the creation
so bold in design
The errors of one thousand minds
bleed out through a world gone blind
This is the magic that a name would stain