Texty: Neurosis. Times Of Grace. The Last You'll Know.

He is the last we'll know
Mercy for you
He is the last you'll know
[Incomprehensible]

All revealed in our solace
See three eyes
All our crimes trial waits everyone
The presence of old eyes is here

Grant me the pure heart
We've lived through
In times of light, fire is water
Breathe and reach to home

All answer, transcendence
All present belong
To guide us through terminus
And feed us to light