| Can a man stop to realize | |
| There is nothing to stand for | |
| Reach out, our minds combined | |
| Bonded by thoughts. | |
| Here is the secret world | |
| We are the same way | |
| Keep it off your side | |
| We are the same way. | |
| Waking up and see the dance around | |
| Of a broken harmony | |
| They are feeding off the winters | |
| In our heads | |
| Can't make us wondering | |
| For everything is much the same | |
| We are still being tied by. | |
| Shame, like fighting underwater | |
| Motionless, for we all know | |
| We all shall burn, heavenless. | |
| Blame me for every | |
| Lacerated actions and efforts. | |
| Manage the endeavour | |
| I pledge the open source | |
| Conduct the overlapping | |
| Elements of time. | |
| Waking the yesterdays | |
| Wading through the mind | |
| Waiting to escape the drifted sands. | |
| Breathe, the open wounds | |
| That is what it feeds | |
| Statement to the old remorse | |
| Consolate, eat the flesh | |
| I can't take | |
| What will be the link. | |
| Breathe, the open source | |
| That is what it greeds | |
| Statement to the old remorse | |
| Contrition, harsh regret | |
| I can't take | |
| What will be the link. | |
| Waking the yesterdays | |
| Wading through the mind | |
| Waiting to escape the drifted sands. | |
| Break the chain. | |
| Elevation of the sewers | |
| The waking of the waters | |
| The heritage from the fathers | |
| To their daughters to renew us. | |
| We are disciples | |
| We live our own way | |
| We are persuaders | |
| Defend our own space. | |
| Here is the secret world | |
| We are the same way | |
| Keep it in your mind | |
| We are the same way. |