(Hess)
Haunted by your slide
You thought you were on your climb

The open door shut tight
Braving our misfortunes day and night
Falling down from faulty spines

All dry rivers in my dying thirst for you
And you clearly can't decide dark from light


As we Hail, Hail to the new bastille
The albatross that needed to fly
As the future sails

To collision's trail
We'll find a voice that leads us to right
Hail, Hail


With all your sins on trial
Can't get it off of your mind

The choking sands of time
Out of sync with your like and mine
I was sentenced for the kill

I'm the eye inside the storm
After what I had to live
I've got nothing left to give

Or to keep me hanging on