Construct these walls with insrtaments of abandonment
The blind eye use to fortify
With our rejection spread the mortor, With our pride lay the brick
Comfort comes at a high cost, The souls lost
It's the goodbye faith
It's our farewell song
Our symphony of release is a sympathy masterpeice
The flood gates wane, foundations crack, the trumpet sounds
what will it take to break these walls to the ground
so we will have this sanctum fall