| Finding the truth doesn't mean there's an answer | |
| ...Who would have thought? | |
| It seems worthless | |
| There's no end to the travesty, idiocy | |
| It would seem I've arrived at the meeting point | |
| 'Tween then and now | |
| A different place | |
| The past is alive, and the future's now | |
| I can not tolerate being held in the dark | |
| I need to see! | |
| I will the flames! | |
| Expanding light from within a cube of darkness | |
| I need to see! | |
| I will the flames! | |
| I found myself crawling, looking for an "out" | |
| And made the gap | |
| No longer closed | |
| Anymore... 'cause my signs are burning the veil | |
| Killing our idols; scarring ourselves as well | |
| Necessity | |
| Carer/killer | |
| We're all gonna see - we weren't prepared | |
| I can not tolerate being held in the dark | |
| I need to see! | |
| I will the flames! | |
| Expanding light from within a cube of darkness | |
| I need to see! | |
| I will the flames! | |
| I found myself crawling, looking for an "out" | |
| And made the gap | |
| No longer closed | |
| Anymore... 'cause my signs are burning the veil | |
| Killing our idols; scarring ourselves as well | |
| Necessity | |
| Carer/killer | |
| We're all gonna see - we weren't prepared | |
| Grasping the liquid glass; shaping my own sight | |
| Stare at the sun | |
| Absorbing death | |
| Reach into the well; where father laid his eye |