A wasted youth means walking on a lost path.
But a different view when gazing at the sights.

Are you guided by dreams? Again it all came true.
This is The Great Confusion that they whispered about.

We have seen another world where dark imitates light.
And we have been on the other side where death equals life.
Beyond the gates of sleep, dream is the new real.

Have you felt the pressure of a tormented mind?
Behold The Great Confusion they are talking about.

Give no time. Give no chance.

The earth stood still.
Tremors buried underneath.
The scene was made of light.
And I noticed it was kind.

On the water's edge.
Darkened wind beneath my feet I'm standing.
This sea is mine.
And the water, it is kind.

I'm staying 'cause right here I'm everything.
This underwater whirl can save me.
I'm staying 'cause right here I'm everything.
Reflection of the one who made me.

I miss the pain, the pulling.
The pain stays with us all.
It carves a passage where the light moves.
Changing shadows on its way through.

There's a passage where the light moves.
Changing shadows on its way through.

Why do you want to stay here under this whirl was never meant to save you.

I move between the stones.
From here the flood will rise.

I'll teach you how the road bends, it curves to meet the sky.
The flood will rise.

I move around these dark entries.
I was forced to stay behind.

I'll teach you how the road bends, it curves to meet the sky.

What wonders will you show me from here to fading dawn?
Here I walk, this is the door.
And the flower blazes in my throat.
This is the world I know.

I travel on the breeze.
Pass through them like hope.
And the flower blazes in my throat.

We followed the spirits here to a distant shore.
A place we can call home, finally.

So much blood was shed in search of peace of mind.

Carved in stone in times of old.
The mind becomes a body.
Forged with fire through a black hole.
The mind becomes a body.

We ascend from another time, another place.

It's a dream we all had somewhere along the way.
Somewhere else this would be the end.

I summon the spirits of solace and devotion.
They ravish the creatures of treason and penitence.

They shine and reign. we are filled with dependence.
They shine and reign.
The unspoken hope incarnate.

Slowly moves the lost parade of the flame that never fades.
Just a spark can wash everything white.
Treasured is the light bearer.
Speaking without words to me: "Here is the time before daybreak. now is the moment for courage."

Never assume a hiding place to be secure, to be safe.
Others may be aware of it. it's unsecure, it's unsafe.
They come upon it by chance.
So cover your trail, cover your trail.

Do not use if you're tired, cold or impaired in any way.

Should be checked for signs of wear.
Protect against corrosion and dust.
Don't encase in leather, in cloth.
Protect against corrosion and dust.

Utmost care should be taken.
Use for resistance of force.
Just cover your eyes, cover your ears.
They come upon you by chance.
So cover your trail, cover your trail.

Be sure of your target and what is beyond it.
Be aware of other people.
This is a full-time responsibility.

A defiant serenade echoes at the ends of the earth.
It feeds this dream of the fall.

The fall of a narrow mind and the blood among the first snow.
Would it justify the means?

"It's a common price that follows a sacrifice".

But deep is the void in those who dwell in a shallow world.
And great the challenge to break their apathy.

At the ends of the earth it started.
Somehow we always knew our true nature.

"It's a common price followed by a paradise".

But don't hold your breath for those who will forget.

Wire and steel and trust, melt, promises, mirrors.
All that is left to faith, hope, memories, imprints.

Ripples on the water.
Moving branch of a tree.
The sound you wake up to.
A feeling that follows you.

I am the armored man.
Here is everything I am.

I stay hidden until your light finds me and makes me glow.

Liquid silver mercury.
Salty water on concrete.
Iron bindings sealed with vengeance.
All that is left of me.

Shifting of season.
A feeling that follows you.

Silent days covered me.
This sun fell into slumber.
Silent years orbiting.
What becomes of this sleeper?

With the perfect touch of a hand, I was turned to flesh.

The time in between closing and opening your eyes.
The moment that haunts eternally.
My time stands still, it holds back the lingering fear.
Somewhere in between what's real and unreal.

You're gonna be yielding and opening your eyes.
The silence will never let you go.
It's all for your protection, you want to be protected from what's real.

This stone turned to flesh by the hand of a healer.