| Signs surround us | |
| We fail to see | |
| Through the simplicity of ourselves | |
| Our crimes have found us | |
| We try to escape every day from this cell | |
| There’s no way out when you’re living in hell (unless you) | |
| Open your eyes | |
| Loosen the vice that constrains you | |
| Open your eyes | |
| Burn the disguise that you wear | |
| Open your eyes | |
| Break the unfaith that controls you | |
| Open your eyes | |
| The truth will be there | |
| Stones have crushed us | |
| Water has rotted | |
| The walls of our crumbling domain | |
| The fire has rushed us | |
| It’s burning the waste that we grasp and cling to | |
| There is a way out, but you’ll never climb through (unless you) (Repeat Chorus) |
| Signs surround us | |
| We fail to see | |
| Through the simplicity of ourselves | |
| Our crimes have found us | |
| We try to escape every day from this cell | |
| There' s no way out when you' re living in hell unless you | |
| Open your eyes | |
| Loosen the vice that constrains you | |
| Open your eyes | |
| Burn the disguise that you wear | |
| Open your eyes | |
| Break the unfaith that controls you | |
| Open your eyes | |
| The truth will be there | |
| Stones have crushed us | |
| Water has rotted | |
| The walls of our crumbling domain | |
| The fire has rushed us | |
| It' s burning the waste that we grasp and cling to | |
| There is a way out, but you' ll never climb through unless you Repeat Chorus |
| Signs surround us | |
| We fail to see | |
| Through the simplicity of ourselves | |
| Our crimes have found us | |
| We try to escape every day from this cell | |
| There' s no way out when you' re living in hell unless you | |
| Open your eyes | |
| Loosen the vice that constrains you | |
| Open your eyes | |
| Burn the disguise that you wear | |
| Open your eyes | |
| Break the unfaith that controls you | |
| Open your eyes | |
| The truth will be there | |
| Stones have crushed us | |
| Water has rotted | |
| The walls of our crumbling domain | |
| The fire has rushed us | |
| It' s burning the waste that we grasp and cling to | |
| There is a way out, but you' ll never climb through unless you Repeat Chorus |