Falling from our highs into warm, familiar lows Closed stained glass eyelids Pastel kaleidoscope - We set a fire we can't outrun The pounds of flesh that we owe will bleed us dry If nothing but the very least of what we sow My lungs are burning Passionately, I profane I yearn for patience but urgency has taken hold of me Fear Pain Loss All that we have shared All the blood that brought us brotherhood Where there is fire and brimstone opposition When the clouds are ash and the sea is risen I'll be opening old wounds Because I can't let go Terrified of everything that I have left to lose Always