

(one, two, three, four)
Fading traces on a broken screen
We are walking through a fractured scene
Every word is like a heavy stone
In this hollow hall we build alone
And the pressure starts to rise
Pulling back the dark disguise
Break the silence, tear it all down
We are reclaiming the crown
Rising up above the
line Through the storm we will align (yeah!)
Shifting patterns in the burning dust
Learning who to fear and who to trust
Every turn is like a winding maze
We are navigating through the haze
And the pressure starts
to rise
Pulling back the dark disguise
Break the silence, tear it all down
We are reclaiming the crown
Rising up above the line Through the storm we will align (yeah!)
We run until the ground gives way
No more words left to say
(no
more words...)
(down... we fall...)