Away the curtain call, a stretch too far, the just might be the breaking of a song, the trip before our fall. Awaken the cry, a leap too high, to ride into the hallowed halls of fate, destroy and not create. Instrumental Tell me when I feel like cancelling. Instrumental I think we agree, the journey's reached conclusively, the beginning of the end, too late to make amends. Is it good, the feeling, a no-go ceiling game? Instrumental Instrumental Instrumental Instrumental Instrumental Instrumental Time to flee the scene of the crime, retreating back to the sea and the poisoned water. A way to make your mark, hiding in the dark is forever. Winter, I can't ease the regret, the sickening cold sweat and the voicing, the dreaming. The weight of the world is returning, to blur and conceal all the mystery learned, inside violation, the false accusation. Instrumental Getting harder to forget, the never-ending threat, of a howling sandstorm, Hooked in the gloom, the darkening sky looming down, my own making. The weight of the world is returning, to blur and conceal all the mystery learned, The circle is growing, the smart machine's turning. Instrumental Away it all goes, Clearing this sun. Away it all goes, Clearing this sun. Clearing this sun. Away it all goes, Clearing this sun. Sleeping in death, under the rock. Instrumental You never know, what you might find, This out of sight, this out of mind. Store it away, and keep it for that rainy day. Instrumental Away it all goes, Clearing this sun. Away it all goes, Clearing this sun. Instrumental You never know, what you might find, This out of sight, this out of mind. Instrumental The weight of the world is returning, to blur and conceal all the mystery learned, Inside violation, the false accusation. Instrumental We cling to the edge, of the circle, And feel their revenge, with their fingers pointing, A small complication, away from salvation. Instrumental Away it all goes, Clearing this sun. Clearing this sun. Instrumental Await the curtain call, A stretch too far, It just might be the making of a song. To walk before we crawl, I think we agree, The journey's reached conclusively, The beginning of the end. A way to make amends, A way to make amends. Instrumental A way to let things rain. Outro