The metropolis stretches its hands
out to the captain
Open, and willingly suicidal,
still leaving a gape... big enough
for him to die in
In view for all to see

The city immersed in self-pity; to justify the contradiction

They wait for a sign, as the frost is turned to ice
As the crippled minds begin to shake
They fall through shadows, through shadows they awake
As the spiritual chaos circulates
Hollow incisions control your fate
Forever found without an answer
You're bound to be the cure; You're bound to be the cancer

An architecture called to decieve,
A dying legend,
A master created,
By their own dying eyes... that doom
That lay before us
A useless set of parallel minds

The city sighs a breath of self pity; Their own justified hate for the opposition

They wait; for a sign, as the frost is turned to ice
As the crippled minds minds begin to shake
They fall through shadows, through shadows they awake
As the spiritual chaos circulates
Hollow incisions control your fate
Forever found without an answer
You're bound to be the cure; You're bound to be the cancer

Blockades affixiated
Upon the blind with red
The walls they build are hiding
The traces... of the dead
The house of God is crumbling!

Darkness moves in a cloud
over the cathedral
Leaving no room
For irony or coincidence
An inversion lies on the cross
Your sanity lies on the edge of a thought

The city immersed in chaos; There will be no dawn to arise

They wait for a sign, as the frost is turned to ice
As the crippled minds begin to shake
They fall through shadows, through shadows they awake
As the spiritual chaos circulates
Hollow incisions control your fate
Forever found without an answer
You're bound to be the cure; You're bound to be the cancer!