With the birth of the truth came the dying of all the lies   now point your hand to the east that's where I'm running that's where I'll rise   Compass held straight and flat to discover any origin   Fingers entwined in a laugh to describe what I will sing alone      There's pain in forgetting what you know   when you're hands still fold in regret   There's pain in suffering all alone   when you're eyes still sing of escape      Right hand points to the south while the east floats in fading light   while they all walt to the west your hands turn cold in the feigning life   and it blares and it beams in recognition of our ghost   You'll choose starrier eyes as they're rising up from behind you      Our time will find us again