Woorden: Neurosis. Times Of Grace. Under the Surface.

Behind a burning red fog
The great mind swims in confusion
It's blood ferments in anger
Honor and wisdom will cower

Your river's flow is damned all to hell
Your river's flow is damned all to hell

Drifting in a current to stagnate
Encircle the vision of rust

Your river's flow is damned all to hell
Your river's flow is damned all to hell

Strong hearts soar through blindness
Tearing the fog, tearing the eyes to clarity
To a place where truth is seen

Your shell is hollow
Your shell is hollow, so am I
The rest will follow
The rest will follow, so will I, so will I