Chose to live when it was hard To stay along for the whole ride No faith, just fatelessness within No rest for the doomed As Above So Below From the top of my lungs I scream that I'm accountable for The choices that I've made, the hurt that I have done To fool ourselves to mitigate the pain Under your veneer of disdain there's a smirking twist of the deep Oh, the things we do for love When they say "We're growing cold when we're so far from home" Through the undertow we find hope and sing Your time is up, we have to face the fatelessness within A gratifying retort, open hate-letter to the world A mirrored landscape where we roam Feasting on famine and war Belligerent and sacred touch of the void Knuckle-dragging preaching obsolescence Strap off the backseat, we're free at last Won't get caught by the hands of time Now we dive into the Great Unknown Taking back what's left This is our final stand To Take back what's left