Bearing Truth

Let the ancient waters rise

They want the crown but they

fear the climb

Trading their souls for a moment

in time

Built on a foundation made of

sand

Now they want to rule the

promised land

But the roots run deep in

the soil we own

Can't buy the kingdom if you

sold the throne

I hear them calling from the

shadows below

But we keep on rising as

the embers glow

Mary Mack, dressed in black Silver

buttons down her back She couldn't

climb the mountain So she never

came back Now we rise from

the dust With the fire in

our chest We survived the storm

And we conquered the test

We chase the phantom of a

perfect life

Cutting through the noise like a

silver knife They tell you how

to talk, how to walk and

breathe

But they never show the web

that they try to weave

Keep your eyes wide open when

the lights go low

Silver buttons, gold dreams Nothing is

quite what it seems