the plan you sell i can tell too well
its all a dream and none of it can be
we'll all come to see forged in the screams
of innocent ones the toll it seems
wasted upon exhalted means
i care to a fault with all i've seen
trauma pushed heart rate
ill concieved crossed fate
engulfed by the landscape
too much to sit back hope and wait
standing at the locked door by heavens gate
atone to the throne reconcilate
the choices we make paths we're led on
the wills that we break promises we let down
bonds we make forever echo into the fabric of time
return to eden