Right behind my eye
Another stage running down my eyes
Now I see right behind my eyes
The old you could tell me
And the old you could tell me
A win is a win but a loss is the death of a twin that we borrow
Right behind my eye, right behind my eye
A win is a win but a loss is the death of a twin that we borrow
Yeah, we borrow, yeah, we borrow
Forming vapors behind my eye
Vapors right behind my eye, right behind my eye
Right behind my eye, right behind my eye
Vapors right behind my eye, right behind my eye
And now I see right behind my eyes
And now I see right behind my eyes
And now I see right behind my eyes
And now I see right behind my eyes
In the words of a prophet
Sunder
In the shape of the first and last
Sunder
In the springs of the church of sin
Sunder
In the blood of the hands that laugh
Sunder
Sunder
Sunder
In the blood of the hands that last
Sunder
Sunder
Does the lock seek erosion?
Does a loss seek revenge of sin?
Right behind my eye
Right behind my eye
We borrowed from the page of St. Maurice
Sunder
Named the mountain an Egyptian saint
Sunder
Drank the water from the church of springs
Sunder
Does a loss seek revenge of sin?
Right behind my eye
Right behind my eye
Right behind my eye
Right behind my eye
Right behind my eye
Right behind my eye
Is there blood in the court?
Is there blood on the ceiling?
Do we need to be still?
Do we need your dominion?
Is there blood in the court?
Is there blood on the ceiling?
Do we need to be still?
Do we need to be still?
Is there blood in the court?
Is there blood on the ceiling? (Do we need to be still?)
Do we need to be still? (Do we need to be still?)
Do we need your dominion? (Do we need to be st—)