Vocals, Guitar, Piano: | Shawn Milke |
Vocals: | Dennis Lee |
Guitar, Backing Vocals: | Patrick Thompson |
Drums, Percussion: | Jeremy Bryan |
Bass Guitar, Backing Vocals: | Shane Crump |
Guitar: | Alex Torres |
as the water drips from the sky I start
to wander
if I’m still alive then I have to find
the answer
could it be that it was a dream and I’m
still beside her?
right before my eyes a tragic surprise,
the water stops
wickedness will rain and drown us in her
sorrow and her thirst
if I hope to survive I must think faster,
I’m losing ground
should I pull back the veil?
you had the best of me, now taste the worst
all that glimmers is not gold
I may be wrong but your brilliance is my darkness
you had me convinced that together we could fly
until I started scratching at the surface
and I saw beyond your masquerade
your body is an illness
temples crashing down all around me,
panic chokes the streets
the golden city falls and with it our
lives go up in flames
should I pull back the veil?
you had the best of me, now taste the worst
all that glimmers is not gold
I may be wrong but your brilliance is my darkness
you had me convinced that together we could fly
until I started scratching at the surface
and I saw beyond your masquerade
your body is an illness
all shall be made clear
we’ve been watching you wander
there’s no need to run farther
come into our arms, brother
now we can be one forever
my blood runs cold
I fear I know the truth
I tear back the cowl and stare into my own eyes
who are you? who are you? who are you?
I pull back the veil?
you had the best of me, now taste the worst
all that glimmers is not gold
I may be wrong but your brilliance is my darkness
you had me convinced that together we could fly
until I started scratching at the surface
and I saw beyond your masquerade
your body is an illness and I’m sickened
by the thought of you
I may never be the same again, I may
never be the same again
"Ladies and gentlemen please take your seats, the story is about to begin." This phrase, uttered by an unknown announcer to a murmuring crowd, is …