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(Death cover) Built from blind faith Passed down from self-induced fantasy Turn a page to justify Conjuring power - it opens wide On seventh day, Is

Midnight, not a sound from the pavement Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone In the lamplight The withered leaves collect at my feet And

This is the time We've waited too long And I'm wondering where I belong? We have lost We're out of control When we fail nature speaks to us all This

(Instrumental)

The sun breaks the morning and lifts up the day Such a wonderful sight Watch and anticipate the beginning Of a usual day The skyline spans across farther

: Follow your common sense You cannot hide yourself behind a fairytale forever and ever Only by revealing the hole truth can we disclose The soul of

: This is the time We've waited too long And I'm wondering where I belong? We have lost We're out of control When we fail nature speaks to us all This

: [Choral:] Declining, all color fading Defining, time coming for me Rescinding, my inspiration Receding consciousness Set me free! [Amanda:] Back in

Now You've Heard A Tale Been Told It's Up To You, Could This Be True (Thanks to Spirit for these lyrics)