Looking on while the cold sets in.
Breaking ground while breaking within.
'Why' is a question we ask too late
To answer.
When those we love are crushed beneath hate.
We are the ones whose hands are bound.
Buried beneath the blackened ground.
Desperately reaching, clawing for release.
The cage we've built now holds ourselves.
Escape, or this will never cease.
The world goes cold as the cage of Eden closes on our souls.
The tears we cry pave the road we walk down as we lose control.
The cage of Eden closes.
On our souls.
The cage of Eden closes.
On our souls.
This is the road we walk down.
As we lose control.
The cage of Eden closes.
On our souls.