Pierce the skin so I can feel something
Dark clouds bloom in dreams
Marking my enemies as they approach the sky
Forced to live
Just to die
Just to die

Through the field of whispers
A single choice remains
Lying in the embers of my shame

The fear takes your mind as its own
One and the same, it calls you home

Voices below
Rise from the core
A temple of peace
Now a weapon of war

Torn from perfection
Held in stasis
I linger endlessly
Under the Sun

Reaching for warmth
Power slips from my grasp
Dark clouds bloom inside my dreams
God's hands come down to clip my wings
Forced to live, just to die