Vapor's forming
And now I see right behind my eyes
If the old you could tell me
If the old you could tell me
A win is a win
But a loss is the death of a twin and we borrow
And we borrow
Forming vapors
Behind my eyes
And now I see right behind my eyes
In the words of a prophet
Sunder
In the shape of the first and last
Sunder
In the springs of the church of sin
Sunder
In the blood of the hands that last
Sunder (In the blood of the hands that last)
Does a lock seek erosion?
Does a loss seek revenge of sin?
Right behind my eye
We borrowed from the page of saint Maurice
Named the mountain an Egyptian saint
Drank the water from the church of springs
Does a loss seek revenge of sin?
Right behind my eye
Is there blood in the court?
Is there blood in the ceiling?
Do we need to be still?
Do we need your dominion?
Is there blood in the court?
Is there blood in the ceiling?
Do we need to be still?
Do we need to be still?
Is there blood in the court?
Is there blood in the ceiling?
Do we need to be still?
Do we need your dominion? (Do we need to be still?)
