Blind in the silence of grace
Standing out as it waits all like god
On the grave and sees me
It isn’t me, savior isn’t me
Isn’t me lately, savior isn’t me
It’s the therapy of life, when it opens your eyes
It’s my patternless tide, it’s you shining the light
When the fortune and doom
Become fortune and doom
And all of the errors collide
Situations breed density, creates a vacancy
And it’s you, as a ghost
Becomes you, as a ghost
It evolves
As your’s alone
Lights out, you want to see
The same way to me
It evolves
Can you believe in a feeling
& create a life that defeats the use?
So wise to the scenes you have sown
And promote all you know
With courage, and the beauty
Of who you think you are
And who you once were
Oh it’s a narrow path to the gate
And when you persist it promotes decay
You wanted to see
The same release to fall
As it feels too free
All around the fall
The walls collapse all over
And it becomes me
You hide your face
Can’t see the trace
Of the soul colliding with the grace
