| Twisting the images |
| Watching them grow |
| Into what they are not |
| Forget we forgot as they fed on what’s real |
| The path I fell onto |
| Of tears wades through |
| Await the demise |
| In sorry disguise from the things that I feel |
| Time does not exist |
| The days as thin as mist |
| Deep within my eyes |
| There is a heart that died long ago |
| What is it going to take to get through to you? |
| To open your fear-blinded eyes? |
| Because there was this fear that would tear at me |
| That by our own hands we would fall |
| These clouds can pass no light |
| Just silhouettes of tired life |
| Sorrow begging, why?, for answers miles and miles from the truth |
| Endurance and patience lost |
| From fighting this holocaust |
| Destroying within and eating its way from the core |
| Time does not exist |
| These days are meaningless |
| Deep within my eyes |
| There is a heart that died long ago |
| What is it going to take to get through to you? |
| To open your fear-blinded eyes? |
| Because there was this fear that would tear at me |
| That by our own hands we would fall |
| Long stagnant with its blood |
| For it is here, within my suffering |
| That these, the altars of the soul have creaked |
| Suffering Hour… |
| Suffering Hour… |
| Suffering Hour… |
| My darkest hour is now |
| What is it going to take to get through to you? |
| To open your fear-blinded eyes? |
| Because there was this fear that would tear at me |
| That by our own hands we would fall |