The Truth Video (MV)

We're all just carbon mold, conceived inside the depths of ether's womb
Bred by the firmament, the endless sky, energy exhumed
Walking on down the same street
Living inside a strange dream, consumed
Bound by a fated doom
We're all running out of time
We're all running out of time
And that's the truth

Time is on loan and now I see
The clever device of divine seed
And the writing's on the wall

I walk around and talk of god and souls, things I 'd never know
With my insecurity, my lies and fears, things I'd never show
The only real thing that I know Is maybe I'm not so fine on my own
Can't do it all alone
We're all running out of time
Mortal by design
And that's the truth

Time is on loan, now I see
The clever device of divine seed
And the writing's on the wall