The hands of the clock will turn venturing through the void

Who will bear the blame for an alliance that's destroyed?

These recurrent dreams

Keep hunting me it seems

Dazzled and confused

A path that will leave you bruised

The great confession made is what justifies the means

Stumble across the key won't fall apart at the seams

The turn of tide reveals if the absence is of need

Communication deadlock a territory to concede