Breathing an air, permeated,   soaked in darkness,   eminating from within,    resonating like a scream no one can hear       I wear this chaos well   Though none should save me,   desperation keeps me here,   my need for innocence,   the place where I began.   The abyss becomes me,   I wear this chaos well      Are these not words of heresy,    a venom on my lips, a poison?   My spirit impurified,    in everything I choose to say      With you I stand in hope that   God will save us from ourselves.   Every cry a wasted moment   until another day is lost.   Even lands we once called home   lie undiscovered and unknown.   Only heaven's silence for an answer.   And did our laughter, did our tears   have some purpose after all?   Did we toil in vain in hope   that wisdom came from what we'd done?   Even lands we once called home   lie undiscovered and unknown.   Only heaven's silence for an answer.      Are these not words of heresy,    a venom on my lips, a poison?   My spirit impurified,    in everything I choose to say   If I would shed my skin, the layers left,   but not the lessons learned   it would not undo what I have done   or grant forgiveness in some better days.      With you I stand in hope that   God will save us from ourselves.   Every cry a wasted moment   until another day is lost.   Even lands we once called home   lie undiscovered and unknown.   Only heaven's silence for an answer.   And did our laughter, did our tears   have some purpose after all?   Did we toil in vain in hope   that wisdom came from what we'd done?   Even lands we once called home   lie undiscovered and unknown.   Only heaven's silence for an answer.