[Instrumental]
Übersetzung: Hopesfall. Die Schwäche der Wörter.
in the bright morning my courage falls weak no excuse for my actions, no where to run consequence comes like raining fire, burning every part of me...
why is it that some are always learning, but never come to the knowledge of the truth? and their ever open minds refuse to hear a reasonable offer..
i've found, this new life i dwell, in His peace my existence, follows after, His eyes everything is content...everything is content for this love You
must there be such ignorance among you? your beliefs have been run into the ground your methods made me run away my only example, is your misinterpretation
summer of evidence the lights never lie yet so long a delay sparkling from in and out of the clouds. i will relay the message sent... to all that matter
lies i've deceived myself in this hour of solitude... through the breaking of love and spirit these words were spit from my mouth the bitterness poured
will the waves of time wash away the pain in my heart? can i bury the knife that has pierced my soul or will i continue to turn it to remind me of my
each new day draws near the final hour lamentations for a breaking dawn, on this endeavor for the truth waiting in the shadows of a recent fall looking
