Time… drifting away…
our glass of life half full… emptied now
There… you've got to stay…
dreamingin your world… conflicted here
Fall… your idols sway… as ghosts of empty grey…
call as we pray
Dream… your endless fear…
the visions of your past are coming clear
What have you got to say?
Can’t say it here
You’re at the root of fear
All you ever wish you knew was just a curse of heaven,
hiding the truth
in the shadow of the few, you can lift the curse of heaven,
it’s blinding the truth… binding you