This island is more like a fortress, sadistic in it's ways and torturous.
Surrounded by walls made of water, imprisons our nature, manifests it's silhouette.
And we can walk until our feet fall off, we can run until our bodies have nothing left.
And far isn't ever far enough, it'll never be enough.

This is our chance to write a chapter, here inscribed "Today, we'll break beyond the boundaries..."
And if light will fade with time, with the ghost of my design.
This is, this is, this is our chance to leave this place behind.

How far can we cast the line straight to the point that's so symmetrical.
How long until the pattern breaks, the order takes a turn for the worse.
We're left to write the last regards of those who never tried.

So trace the fate that brought us here. Across state lines, redemption calls. Border to border, water to water, sending signals through the air. revealing evidence so evident it's clear.