There will be no more color
Broken I stand here
new creation
On the stage of history
Where map [bad word] 
Mean nothing at all
The arrows are in me
My spirit drinks poison
I joined the avalanche
Just to feel alive

I remember sitting in
My mothers room
And I watched them cry
We're not supposed to be here
Tonight I will sleep on the floor
Oh, such weight

All [bad word] back
Restoring frail life
We're broken here
 [bad word] here

There are strangers
In my house
Tripping over
Themselves to
White wash this
Disaster
I am young but
I'm not blind

All [bad word] back
Restoring frail life
We're broken here
 [bad word] here

The Voice of Heaven
Speaks with time
new understanding
Dedication
This will never fade
I guess the body
Means nothing at all

Broken and unbroken

All [bad word] back
Restoring frail life
We're broken here
 [bad word] here