Descending
The tragic protagonist torments
To all that we've lost
Recover the pieces lost
When I'm blind and I think I see everything
It's blasphemy, simple and true
It's exactly the same
Conspire as one, exactly the same
Descending
To never recover the pieces
It's exactly the same
To all that we've lost
It's exactly the same
To all that we've lost
The pieces to all we've lost
Convincing myself again
This Demon I blame, a flickering flame
Conspire as one, exactly the same
This Demon I blame
This God that I worship, a faded reflection
It's exactly the same
This Demon I blame, a flickering flame
Descending
Convincing myself again
This God that I worship, a faded reflection
Recover the pieces lost
To never recover the pieces
Conspire as one, exactly the same
The pieces to all we've lost
I shudder to think of the consequence
To never recover the pieces
This God that I worship
