Fall from a higher state, becoming less through time
Moments of grand delusion forthcoming
A lapse into something divine, perhaps it's all a disguise
Expendable contortions follow, a race against what is real
A lapse from grace is the eternal triumph of evil
When insanity reign's king
So follow me now, you're falling behind
Have the will to set free
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
