Lost in learn, coming down is their instinct
Passing ways, passing ways on pain and red ink
The day is young, with the sun staring at me
I contemplate the ways in which you see

Time is pressed, don't look now, where we have our test
To the pressure of compared to unrest
Understand, understand my reasons
Take control, the change in seasons

What lies now, turn and bow
Make your move, going down
Here they stand, all alone
From the one, that brings us down

Time again, time again we falter
Under skin, by the skin, no matter
Justify, justify our weakness
Coming down...

They sit and pray for the turn to the innocent
Shouting praise to the one that figures it
Then their minds, and within their hearts
They are chained, to this down

What lies now, turn and bow
Make your move, going down
Here they stand, all alone
From the one, that brings us down

(Instrumental)

What lies now, turn and bow
Make your move, going down
Here they stand, all alone
From the one, that brings us down