I [bad word] to reach above the fault, In the same moment of collapse
Born to suffer by the fate of this [bad word] with me now, and bleed

Visions of the promised land, I close my eyes and angels die
No man alive can stop the bleed, and now I hear the voice of failure

deeper hunger I have for fear, we’re bound to the eyes of his plea
 [bad word] across my scars, the beauty of my lonely heart

Visions of the promised land, I close my eyes and angels die
No man alive can stop the bleed, and now I hear the voice of failure

The tempted drag me down where weakness feigned
I harvest the only face I can and swim through the mire

Time heals the wounds of sorrow, the undertow of deaths [bad word] 
I’ve been searching for battles won, dusk is falling, sunlight drowns

Visions of the promised land, I close my eyes and angels die
No man alive can stop the bleed, and now I hear the voice of failure