| Fate is a fake shall we doubt | |
| A fever flows and seems it's all around | |
| Desolation it sows our roads | |
| My seeds of power in fields away from home. | |
| I've been blinded | |
| By all the mist that we shared. | |
| Lean back your regret | |
| Before the differences of my heart | |
| Now is still the time | |
| Before you throw away | |
| The shelter you should be instead. | |
| Ride the words to get your fame | |
| You hide with shields, the lead outside is rain | |
| Mighty fear down and out | |
| Seeds, the call of truth is all around. | |
| Lean back your regret | |
| Before the differences of my heart | |
| We remain apart | |
| Because you've blown away | |
| The shelter you should be instead. | |
| Fate is a fake shall we doubt | |
| A fever flows and seems it's all around | |
| Desolation it sows our roads | |
| My seeds of power in fields away from you. |