Found in a maze
As time is ever streaming
Left where it lays
It won't decay, this feeling
All alone, with everything that's born
The gods display their scorn
I won't run away
It only gets me closer
I cut through the day
A murdering of meaning
Either way, endless ways to say
I'm speechless when I pray

I hope I make it home
I hope I make it home
Ah, oh, woah

Torn by a stitch
The fabric underneath it
Hooked on that glitch
That breathes to life within it
Flesh and bone, carried by the tone
The resonating drone
Lost in a maze
As time is ever stopping
RIght where it lays
It's wings clipped by the ceiling
All alone, wIth everything that's gone
The devil in finest form

I hope I make it home
I hope I make it home
Ah, oh, woah