Dreams of storms, Side slide Trying to find a way make sense Trying to find a way to break out now To survive, close call When did this world burn alone? In the ways the throne turned to Ghost grown cold It's time to go No one knows Somebody hail answers to me Chaos, Save us, Take us in Trying to find a way make sense Trying to a way to break out now Molding a thought Close your eyes Why did you fall asleep? Should've known its my throne If I'm put to the test Maybe summoned in this What a prophecy Should've known If I wait too long nailed to the cross upon To just make things worse Pray to Though we have fallen before Imagine Letting in. Let me in But the altars locked The bibles closed Let me in, God! Im drowned with sin Emptied. Yet Pray to Though we have fallen before And its pulling me backwards Telling me go backwards Im not pulling me backwards in To just make things worse They planned this to Just make things worse