Eyes down toward the flames We see the sins of our world Witnessing a feast of atrocity Being eaten by the weaks Under the shame's cloak The painfull truth are hided Dark like a dying oak That's our brand new age earth CHORUS Finding sleep in the sweet lullaby Whispered by the voice of your Conscious Insanity A grim vision of a mind Of mass-produced frantic soul Embrace your dreams,but don't be blind Take the wing that could help fly CHORUS 2X