| Song | Zodiac Virtues |
| Artist | Diablo Swing Orchestra |
| Album | The Butchers Ballroom |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You try to wake up from your daze | |
| It's not your turn though I feel it's getting closer | |
| Fall back in line and please retreat for another hour, for another week | |
| Turn inside to reach out, sense you close yet you're out of my sight | |
| Now open up and in one last try won't you give me something to remember you by | |
| I'll feed you lies like the truth shall set us free | |
| Try to see not to believe the shaded truth of you | |
| Please don't follow me into the sun | |
| Hope things might turn, I’m all but clear | |
| My mind at ease in spite of what I hear | |
| I’m hiding in shades where peace is to be found | |
| The faceless just waiting for you to succumb | |
| Those we don't speak of now, those who dress in sweeping white | |
| Now embrace the future you'll be the first to meet | |
| And then you'll better wait there for me | |
| I'll feed you lies like the truth shall set us free | |
| Try to see not to believe the shaded truth of you | |
| Please don't follow me into the sun |
| You try to wake up from your daze | |
| It' s not your turn though I feel it' s getting closer | |
| Fall back in line and please retreat for another hour, for another week | |
| Turn inside to reach out, sense you close yet you' re out of my sight | |
| Now open up and in one last try won' t you give me something to remember you by | |
| I' ll feed you lies like the truth shall set us free | |
| Try to see not to believe the shaded truth of you | |
| Please don' t follow me into the sun | |
| Hope things might turn, I' m all but clear | |
| My mind at ease in spite of what I hear | |
| I' m hiding in shades where peace is to be found | |
| The faceless just waiting for you to succumb | |
| Those we don' t speak of now, those who dress in sweeping white | |
| Now embrace the future you' ll be the first to meet | |
| And then you' ll better wait there for me | |
| I' ll feed you lies like the truth shall set us free | |
| Try to see not to believe the shaded truth of you | |
| Please don' t follow me into the sun |
| You try to wake up from your daze | |
| It' s not your turn though I feel it' s getting closer | |
| Fall back in line and please retreat for another hour, for another week | |
| Turn inside to reach out, sense you close yet you' re out of my sight | |
| Now open up and in one last try won' t you give me something to remember you by | |
| I' ll feed you lies like the truth shall set us free | |
| Try to see not to believe the shaded truth of you | |
| Please don' t follow me into the sun | |
| Hope things might turn, I' m all but clear | |
| My mind at ease in spite of what I hear | |
| I' m hiding in shades where peace is to be found | |
| The faceless just waiting for you to succumb | |
| Those we don' t speak of now, those who dress in sweeping white | |
| Now embrace the future you' ll be the first to meet | |
| And then you' ll better wait there for me | |
| I' ll feed you lies like the truth shall set us free | |
| Try to see not to believe the shaded truth of you | |
| Please don' t follow me into the sun |