Disconnect, return to life The quiet breath you hear at night Dark intentions open every door The worst of what we are, we always were Turn to dust I breathe so deep, this iron lung begins to rust The Deceiver is with me He guides as my right hand The Master of Illusion In the light, not shadows The Sinister Snake with two faces Show me them both as you shed your filthy skin Brick by brick, a stable fix Walls collapsed and torn apart Break the stitch; trade wax for wick The echoes of a steady heart Turn and run Keep yourselves undone The blame is not on us God doesn't answer me anymore I'm starting to think that he never did I still cry out sometimes into the dark of night Into the blackened deep hoping something changes But it's been ten years, and he refuses to speak God is dead... Or he never was