| …And from beneath our feet another King will rise |
| Once all is anarchy, the end we all surmise |
| And like the phoenix lives, we know we all must perish |
| Into the emptiness to know what we must cherish |
| It’s always breaking, the tides are slipping down |
| Into the ocean, six feet underground |
| I’ll take my chances although they’re nothing now |
| Into the abyss helplessly we all will drown |
| This artificial dynasty that I have built from lies |
| Insecurity and many hard goodbyes |
| Will feed my appetite and quench my self denial |
| To pull these sick and twisted thoughts from inner-child |
| The darkness rules, but through a blackened death |
| A single flame revives me yet I am out of breath |
| I’ll wander aimlessly but always find a home |
| Beneath the ashes of the streets that I have roamed |
| Take the hand that leads you |
| Far enough away to see that everything is nothing more than |
| Who we are the emptiness that craters holes inside of me |
| Praying for another way home |