Confess,Confess,the paper-cut in your hands
You’ve found your will again haven’t you
Address,Address,the crowds respects
You’ve lost your way again haven’t you

Once you’ve gotten past the attacks
Twice you will have your last chance
Three times the charm, More than ever
You have what you thought was severed

Tell the voices you hear to silence
Hear the silence tell you to hear
The end of the fabric is a chair
So sit down and weave your last sentiment

It will only get better with a breath
There will be no need to shake hands
Everyone here knows your name
So don’t give it a moments thought,
Not another glimpse of past mistakes

Awareness,the mystery of the world’s mask
Fed to the denizens of reality
Forced upon by those unaware,
Unable to grasp the concept,
Immortality