We paint on these backgrounds, covering up these landscapes, we hide our narrow minds underneath our philosophies, the ancient books are no good, give me another heresy, all I want is what they tell me, don't you know I'm afraid to see,
lead me on, lead me on, lead me to a knew place,
lead me on, lead me on, lead me to a knew face,
We give our open hearts to falling stars, we lend our fragile souls to one who is long since dead,
We live in these ghettos, by fate is what we say, we forget our elders and the words they would've gave, walking through these deserts, without a speck of light, when will the darkness take me, I have no more fight.

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