When was he the suffering body that stole your breath away? Approaching an eternity, the faith that's haunting me The scorn of this delicate child runs thorns around your head Sitting quietly I expect, anxious to what comes next Secrets will be essential to our development The view provided by the wounds, tempting the review Are my eyes allowed to contain the ghost of appearance Searing the visual of sight, still heavy on the night The arrangements of shadows we see Are symptoms of a differential shade Secrets are essential to our past For the apparitions that stay afraid Creating a sense out of the nothingness Burned by the haunting shelter of the wound Music flows through the forgotten imagery With moonlight, cold against a misty tomb The arrangements of shadows we see Are symptoms of a differential shade Secrets are essential to our past For the apparitions that stay afraid Guitar Solos: Gregg/Rich A child appears before the balance of death An innocence that easily takes me Blackness of the veins is suddenly spoken By the stench of hell that comes from your screams The arrangements of shadows we see Are symptoms of a differential shade Secrets are essential to our past For the apparitions that stay afraid