When will you find the time, to fit into this life?
Fear shocked the woke awake, we'll calcify the change
The meetings of our makers, will never be the same
Flying far too close to the Son, will only end in pain
We owe so much to our makers
The movers and the shakers
Take a night unto the breeze
You'll deal with this with ease
The rejection stands alone, to seek someone to blame
Hypocrisy is strong today, rejection all the same
And will you try, to discredit this noose? (Chaos lines again)
Chaos lines this life again, there's nothing left to choose
Just waiting for some time alone, until you hit the grave
Calcify the things you've known, eternally enslaved
When will you find the time, to fit into this life?
We owe so much to our makers
The movers and the shakers
Take a night unto the breeze
You'll deal with this with ease
And will you try, to discredit this noose? (Chaos lines again)
Chaos lines this life again, there's nothing left to choose
Just waiting for some time alone, until you hit the grave
Calcify the things you've known, eternally enslaved
The meetings of our makers, will never be the same
Flying far too close to the Son, will only end in pain
The meetings of our makers, will never be the same
Flying too far to the Son, will only end in pain
Masking the rejection, moving the restrictions
Once you meet your call in life, wash it all away
To see things differently, (to see things differently)
Awash in decency, oh!
To wash it all away, (to wash it all away)
For the lonely and depraved, oh!
A time so long ago, (a time so long ago)
I'm glad you decided to finally go
(To revel in your disease)
To revel in your disease
Your disease
Your disease
To revel in your disease!
And will you try, to discredit this noose? (Chaos lines again)
Chaos lines this life again, there's nothing left to choose
Just waiting for some time alone, until you hit the grave
Calcify the things you've known, eternally enslaved
When will you find the time, to fit into this life?
Fear shocked the woke awake, we'll calcify the change
The meetings of our makers, will never be the same
Flying far too close to the Son, will only end in pain
Calcify!