Time Will Bind Us To The Guilt Of Commitment

With the birth of the truth came the dying of all the lies now point your hand to the east that's where I'm running that's where I'll rise Compa*s held straight and flat to discover any origin Fingers entwined in a laugh to describe what I will sing alone There's pain in forgetting what you know when you're hands still fold in regret There's pain in suffering all alone when you're eyes still sing of escape Right hand points to the south while the east floats in fading light while they all walt to the west your hands turn cold in the feigning life and it blares and it beams in recognition of our ghost You'll choose starrier eyes as they're rising up from behind you Our time will find us again