Cradle of confusion
Master of deception
It's really just a visual epidemic
The illusion of promises never kept
How long will they wait for the answers that they seek
What will the price be
Tranquility you seek
Serenity for a price
Never underestimate the cost you make for your sacrifice
Never travel the road less promised
Or dwell within your sin
The sands of time are marching on
It's time for you to begin
Thinking of what time means to you
Thoughts in an hour glass
Grains of sand slipping away
Tallying up the years
Time will move on forever it's gone
Mountains will crumble away
The land will wash away
Own every day from your deep and darkened past
Don't hide from the pain that still lingers from the past
Deep are the scars from the darkened lessons learned
Those darkened days are what keep the pages turned