There is an aftertaste to celebrate
In the swings of my suicide
Or the lines I will draw by myself
Within the grasp, fictitious pasts, and all my doubts

How can you see through the shadows
With the blinding light (Burning in your eyes)
So where will all of you be
When the killing fields are cleared and the world divides?

How can you see through the shadows
With the blinding light (Burning in your eyes)
So where will you be
When the killing fields are cleared and this world divides?

[Solo]

The loss of heart [bad word] unbearable
And a vanishing point [bad word] intact
So when a six foot drop is my best
I will expect nothing less than a soldier's death

How can you see through the shadows
With the blinding light (Burning in your eyes)
So where will all of you be
When the killing fields are cleared and the world divides?

How can you see through the shadows
With the blinding light (Burning in your eyes)
So where will you be
When the killing fields are cleared and this world divides?

[Solo]

There is an aftertaste to celebrate
In the swings of my suicide
Or the lines I've drawn
At last for redemption
And finally for my forgiveness
In the end this bitterness bends
Simply encased in my withered hands

How can you see through the shadows
With the blinding light (Burning in your eyes)
So where will all of you be
When the killing fields are cleared and the world divides?

How can you see through the shadows
With the blinding light (Burning in your eyes)
So where will you be
When the killing fields are cleared and this world divides?