The wall that holds despair I note
Is cracking, so it seems.
And on that hopelessness called death
That sunlight slightly streams.
That sunlight comes to face weak parts
Called anger and called screams.
I've put the knife back in it's sheaf
Since I have drowned those dreams.

Intrusion is called to be the path,
Lest you wish to keep that harmful wrath.
But, when you take the path, sit and relax.
I know that tomorrow you'll be sighing
Yes I know tomorrow you'll be crying.
I know that tomorrow you'll be sighing.

- Instrumental -

Unseen the iron gates do fade,
Despair of mine outpoured.
It watered me, had thought it foe,
Had thought that I had moaned.
It was just a deadly friend,
Called status quo that ruled.
The gates of all mankind are free,
But always have you fooled.

- Long instrumental -

The wall that holds despair I note,
Is broken finally.
And on that hopelessness called death,
The sunlight brightly streams.
That sunlight came to face weak parts,
Called anger and called screams.
I took the knife out of it's sheaf,
And threw it in the stream.

Intrusion is called to be the path,
Lest you wish to keep that harmful wrath.
If you take the path then, sit and relax.
But I fear tomorrow you'll be sighing
Yes I know tomorrow you'll be crying.
But I fear tomorrow you'll be sighing.
Crying, sighing, lest.....

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