Stainding, waiting and praying Praying on your thought You've got to fight For the first time I could see its face And I was so confused And I was so confused But now you are Holding on to things you fear Losing touch with your heart Desolate In the shadows Losing touch with your heart Desolate The fight that keeps us from self-destruction The dead cold Stare from its face And it's looking straight at you Now you find emptiness And it's looking straight at you Now you find emptiness The face that destroys all creation All creation Now you find yourself waiting in panic You always try to run You always try to run Did you even catch a glimpse To see the face That has always haunted you? Even now you hace the chance Maybe you would realize That it might be you The face that destroys all creation All creation.