In bits and pieces, pieces and bits
That's how we will see before it all fits
That's how we will be
Like logs from a tree
Like cracks in a crystal
Before it all hits

We will walk on the crust
On a surface we trust
Sleep to keep from looking down again
Sweat and blood
Soon spilled with tears
We venture to where days turn to years

Our hearts will be talking
With an accent so proud
Ignoring the silence
Of the long absent crowd
We will comprehend
The design of the end
Remember tomorrow
While it still is around the bend

We will walk on the crust
On a surface we trust
Sleep to keep from looking down again
Sweat and blood
Soon spilled with tears
We venture to where days turn to years

Design of fear
Tomorrow of fear

We will walk on the crust
On a surface we trust
Sleep to keep from looking down again
Sweat and blood
Soon spilled with tears
We venture to where days turn to years
Sweat and blood
Soon spilled with tears
We venture to where days turn to years