歌词
[Verse 1]
When it should learn to speak before it melts away
It would express that each have words no one else will say
[Verse 2]
I have been floated to this darkest hour
On a series of events I cannot explain
[Verse 3]
Gather your wit, your will, your luck, your power
What it would effect, that will not remain
[Verse 4]
A light shines through a little hole, the hole's inside somewhere
The spiracle's obedience, it is true, I swear
[Verse 5]
I have been floated to this darkest hour
On a series of events I cannot explain
[Verse 6]
Gather your wit, your will, your luck, your power
What it would effect, that will not remain
[Verse 7]
If one claims to know the way, let fashion be his bride
And more akin to welcome in to being forced inside
[Verse 8]
I have been floated to this darkest hour
On a series of events I cannot explain
[Verse 9]
Gather your wit, your will, your luck, your power
What it would effect, that will not remain
Written by: Bill Doss, Eric Harris, John Fernandes, Peter Erchick, Will Cullen Hart
