Haunted by your slide You thought you were on your climb The open door shut tight Braving our misfortunes day and night Falling down from faulty spines All dry rivers in my dying thirst for you And you clearly can't decide dark from light As we Hail, Hail to the new bastille The albatross that needed to fly As the future sails To collision's trail We'll find a voice that leads us to right Hail, Hail With all your sins on trial Can't get it off of your mind The choking sands of time Out of sync with your like and mine I was sentenced for the kill I'm the eye inside the storm After what I had to live I've got nothing left to give Or to keep me hanging on