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What can be expected Forced time and rejected Submission follows the fall Submission makes you turn away And other times there's a dive Straight to your heart Mission Terminates with precious submission The mission follows the fall Submission makes you turn away And other times there's a dive Straight to your heart What's it like there where you are soulless? And this is for your human race And this is for your god Urgency, futility Derivative fatality And this is for your human race And this is for your god Urgency, futility Derivative fatality And this is for your human race And this is for your god Urgency, futility Derivative fatality And this is for your human race And this is for your god Urgency, futility Derivative fatality There is hope and there is vision Guilty conscience, coexistence Walking towards a final solution Trailing streams of doubt and motion Lost within a damaged system Waiting for my absolution She walks on water, she moves through the land With a presence of mind and I'm frightened Blood in her dreams, terms meeting like mine She opens up the red door Driving through the night but my mind's with you And I'm still keeping on But there's nothing any longer I'm waiting for the moment When the answers fall likes ashes I'm waiting for a time when I can live again Let's open up pure and sacrosanct And attribute all the lies to a timeworn cycle Take a walk down the corridors of severance Deliverance is a dream now Disposable misery, violent hypocrisy I cannot look into the face of decay Without seeing in my eyes All my own lies living time And looking to the skies for a sign Degenerate cry down upon This girl in a red dress scattershot, shellshocked Demonstrative cost in humility that forces me To think and act a gentle word can only bring devotion To a seminary downtime Lost within extolling all the virtues of commitment The consequence of lies You told me standing in the third house Bleeding on the white walls Watching all I know fade away