Form

Take these given graces
Instep the damned
Granted a voice of demonstration
On coal the echoes dart a foreign land
Our plight empowers the fold
Reform I stand entrenched
Dust forget
Drowning I bare my hands

Form
Form

In the hunger of a fool's eye
In the hunger of a fool's eye

Lift me
In times I do not know
I've drifted to the path
Where I lay, watch flower's thrown
Bound to the comfort
Of the bed that they set
A man of surrender
Refuses to bow his head
The crows of sorrow fail to see
Distracted by the thorn of debris
And for tomorrow if I wake from dreams
Only to fall to their decree

Form

In the hunger of a fool's eye
In the hunger of a fool's eye