I've withered away

to these gray skies

a smile held captive for too long

I'm forever searching 

for the words that neglect me

will you neglect me 

fight the image


this is the march of the fallen

the serpents can't even touch us now

we've lost all sight of direction

we're reaching relief

while asperation crowds our thoughts


crawl out of the shadows

you coward show us the image 

you've tried to create


your voice drowned out

its gone you were so contridicting


this is the march of the fallen

the serpents can't even touch us now

we've lost all sight of direction

we're reaching relief

while asperation crowds our thoughts


(I'll carry it out, we'll take this day by day)


the light starts to tremble 

and I'm growing weary

I'll reach imperfection

I'll reach imperfection


we've opened up inside 

it's not too late

we'll let our mind take us 

too a better place

and when we arrive it will be

The Malice Of The Moment

the end of the road is a vage

distance away


you may find this overwhelming

we all get lost sometimes

there is no easier way out

with no end in mind

take this all

take this day by day

oh, please don't loose sight of direction 

you'll see the light one day 


resist the hopeless 

we've fallen asleep this time


the light starts to tremble 

and I'm growing weary

I'll reach imperfection

I'll reach imperfection


Right Now...