(Written by Silas Paine)
You think you know me, but you won't believe your eyes
Don't pray to God, 'cause you can't make up your mind
All your life in a blackened daze
That's the lie of eternal pain
I am the child, I am the rumour that be
The binding sound of the living dream
Like burning embers from a burning lake
I will burn life and life awaits
You think you know me, but you won't believe your eyes
Don't pray to God, 'cause you can't make up your mind
All your life in a blackened daze
That's the lie of eternal fate |
