Blind in the silence of grace Standing out as it waits all like god On the grave and sees me It isn't me, savior isn't me Isn't me lately, savior isn't me It's the therapy of life, when it opens your eyes It's my patternless tide, it's you shining the light When the fortune and doom Become fortune and doom And all of the errors collide Situations breed density, creates a vacancy And it's you, as a ghost Becomes you, as a ghost It evolves As your's alone Lights out, you want to see The same way to me It evolves Can you believe in a feeling & Create a life that defeats the use? So wise to the scenes you have sown And promote all you know With courage, and the beauty Of who you think you are And who you once were Oh it's a narrow path to the gate And when one persists it promotes decay