The River i'm bound to be found in,
A rope chosen bound for the hang.
When I'm blind and I think everything I see,
Convincing myself again.

This god that i worship (a faded reflection).
This deamon I blame (a flickering flame).
Conspire as one, exactly the same.
It's exactly the same

Descending,
To never recover the peices
to all that we've lost.
Recover the peices lost.
The peices to all we've lost.

I shudder to think of the consequece,
It's blasphemy simple and true.
The tragic protagonist torments,
Convincing myself again

This god that i worship (a faded reflection).
This deamon I blame (a flickering flame).
Conspire as one, exactly the same.
It's exactly the same

Descending,
To never recover the peices
to all that we've lost.
Recover the peices lost.
The peices to all we've lost.