I've been frozen here The past pulls me under Dog smells his own vomit Must I return there? This has got to lose its hold. I cannot breathe it's getting old I fear as though I'm all alone and work my fingers to the bone Until... Waking from the past, I see through the glass When morning comes, the angels sing The doves will fly on silver wings and feathers made of gold Thy will, be in this song Open my heart Look back, there's no kick drum Dead moon laser Former days will melt like snow. The dead can bury dead alone The night has long entombed my soul. I'm zombied by the things I hold Until... Waking from the past, I see through the glass When morning comes, the angels sing The doves will fly on silver wings and feathers made of gold The sheepfold doesn't seem so bad There's treasure here to be had and promises of truth