Texty: About A Plane Crash. Seasons.

As the sun departs the skies
the souls of thousands go in search

of new bodies, to house the insecurities

blinded by the absence of hope

fallen from the eyes of forgiveness

the single truth
is seperated from the lies

was lost amoungst the darkness

these walls tell tall
tales of secrets all forgotten

rooms containing the hidden answers

liar, liar

we stumble down these roads with heads

held high

but we're
still standing, surviving

we stumble down these roads with heads held high

but we're still searching, surviving

we stumble down these roads with heads

held high

but we're still standing, surviving... surviving

the sun and the skies will re-unite

im looking for an answer, to rest my weary head

im looking for an answer, to rest my weary head

the single truth is seperated from the lies

was lost amongst the darkness

these walls tell tall
tales of secrets all
forgotten

rooms containing the hidden answers

im looking for an answer, to rest my weary head

soar my sins, repent my beast
soar my sins, repent my beast
soar my sins, repent my beast