Finding holes in the fabric of your mind Chasing lore of some other one another time Shining flaws in the fetters of sunshine Everything's yours, everything's yours Please don't break the silence It's deafening roar This time i can't ignore Holding the prize bent on owning things so lovely Pressing on in the storm Through the sands of time Facing hordes in the 7th moon the 7th time Why can't you just get out of my head some time Never quite sure, never quite sure Please don't break the silence It's deafening roar This time i can't ignore Holding the prize bent on owning things so lovely And they fight for their honor And they hold their own separate ties And they both remain Everything's lost and their fine The white horse is symbolic of course Led by the prophets they say In thine glory, the autocrats worry Opuses paved by their graves It haunts their eyes Wandering alibis Rise of the storm The eye of the storm passes by The tides rolling, his honor bestowing Fracturing waves on parade Glass eye probing, their numbers all-knowing Festering mobs are restrained It haunts their eyes Wondering alibis The eye of the storm The eye of the storm Passes by And they fight for their honor And they hold their own separate ties And they both remain nailed to the cross Time marches on Everything's lost and their fine