| Mourn the death you celebrate | |
| Love the ones you used to hate | |
| Place of sorrow, guide our hand | |
| Murdering the innocent | |
| Break down to me | |
| If all is wasted endlessly | |
| Your loss and gain | |
| Your smiles and pain | |
| Among with all that will remain | |
| Won't be long don't be afraid | |
| To feel is just a passing state | |
| Break down to me | |
| If all is wasted endlessly | |
| Your loss and gain | |
| Your smiles and pain | |
| Among with all that will remain | |
| Throw your stones | |
| Your sins all known | |
| I'll take back that what I gave | |
| Don't mind possessions that they save | |
| (And)Until then in little waves | |
| Deliver me the food I crave | |
| Regardless of what they say, | |
| Don't just let us drift away | |
| Loneliness our smiles of gray, | |
| Our solitude on the eighth day | |
| Break down to me | |
| If all is wasted endlessly | |
| Your loss and gain | |
| Your smiles and pain | |
| Among with all that will remain | |
| Nothing I'm afraid.... |