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