Seven stories high is where they brought you to the window where they dropped you.
The falling out, your looking glass, your leap of faith.
You believe in what you cannot see or touch. You're made to think that all is right,
but that never stopped humanity.
And I'll stop waiting around for hope to rise and bring us through these lonely night.
I know all too well. I know how this ends, buried on the inside of my heart.
There is nothing few nor far between us, the nightmares that this brings us.
The woven lies won't peel away, but men will die.
And it's the age old fool proof way to lead: In fear they'll turn to sheep when all is right,
but that never stopped humanity.
Conquest built on passion or is blind faith just a fashion? A world not coming back.
I know how this ends. I know all too well. ...And I know.
There I nothing few nor far between us. There is nothing few nor far away.
Awaiting our young lives, a world not coming back.