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(Kirk Windstein, Phil Anselmo)

All felt is hope

To spilling over needs are a passing memory

Fear not worthy

Belief

A martyr's burden

Heaved upon capable shoulders

Dissuade your charge

Arrive in commonplace with the elect

Size up the furthest plateau

Inside the soul of saints...

The old dog has to learn a new trick and more

Or the next trick will be on him

I've drank the oceans dry

I've stopped the time

Embraced the riddle of regret (again and again)

Desire

Haunt me long

The light of 3 suns and one star

Watch over me...

A square will never fit a circle

No hope

No joke

Both bookends burned

I've drowned in oceans (of) mine

I woke the dead

And still the dry bones live again

(And again with me)

Desire

Haunt me long

The light of 3 suns and one star

No higher

Keeps us strong

The light of 3 suns and one star...

Watching over me

In me... watching closely over me

In we... moving within you and me

In deep... our own ideology

In me... X-Ray hanged for all to see

Naked... Frenzied and we're free

Our own ideology...