(The) gravity of shattered fairy tales Torment increased burning skies - Bloodred we shine In the sun of our dark sides we lie - Guzzling skulls of our kids Trapped inside aching fallacies A correlated pride (is) pushing backwards Back to sea - waves of parity will split our days - Will be gone with the dawn Chrous: Forsake - when backhanded thoughts carry the weight Leaves will fall - when the last season changes her call We will pray for our souls Occasion - to let burn - to let go Will you remind me? Breathing words - dreaming hurts