Running from grace to grave
Turning my head away from the sun
The earth shakes, splits in two

I'm standing in between
Which side do I choose?


Inside me, thrust to the ground, my spirit awaits sudden death
I can't distinguish real from fake
I'm near the absolute, the final stage


And though the fangs carve deep
Not one single drop but confusion is raining

Confusion from inclusion, giving the illusion that we are
One perfect struggle between fear and courage
The scale won't tip 'til one of us leaves

Confusion from inclusion, giving the illusion that we are one

Lead: Lindström


Running from grace to grave
Turning my head away from the sun

Last step, I falter
I spread my wings and I fly
My journey has just begun


I take off and I feel the pressure to make it alone in this world
And when I fall astray I remind myself what you have said

I gather my strength and I seek my way back
But I don't see the fire
Burning my wings

I drop to the ground