failing to put in genuine effort
for the time, the end is official
perilous, the cost is way too high
steel frame, distant sight
the pattern by which you will now decide
and learn to let someone else be free
there is no escape from the past this time
fuck the bed that you're making
wake up in a burning grave
never mind all the times that we would fly
cut the chord, bend the fabric's essence
the shadows of a fallen kind
draining the life of everything
we the ones who redefine the light
because of all the things in life
the curse is in the knowledge
we the ones who redefine the light
we are the prototypes of the universe
only believe the silence in your heart
failing to put in genuine effort
for the time, the end is official
perilous, the cost is way too high
steel frame, distant sight
the pattern by which you will now decide
and learn to let someone else be free
blood, faith, christ, lies, blood