Are my hands not black?
Black with the filth of this ageless denial?
From the first birthing breath, to the stillness of death

The light of the "right" has been deceived
And thus we live our lives


Always one step from the "heavens"
Shattering the spell
One act that will free us

Shattering the spell
Beaten by the lies of failure's conquest
One step from the "heavens"

Shattering the spell

When every breath's a warning and every moment a sign,

Lay me amidst the pinewood walls to regain what once was mine

All's pale

Shattering the spell
Flesh pales
Shattering the spell


Are my hands not red?
Red with the truth that has conquered denial?

From the first broken vow, to the last fighting breath
The light of the "right" has been deceived
And thus we die


What's left, left for the living?
In the eyes of the purest truth?

What's left, left for the living?
In the arms of denial's only son?


When every breath's a warning and every moment a sign,
Lay me amidst the pinewood walls to regain what once was mine


All's pale
Shattering the spell
Flesh pales

Shattering the spell

[Solo: Malone]


And thus we live our lives
Always one step from the "heavens"

Shattering the spell
One act that will free us
Shattering the spell

Beaten by the lies of failure's conquest
One step from the "heavens"
Shattering the spell