I've withered away to these gray skiesna smile held captive for too longnI'm forever searchingnfor the words that neglect menwill you neglect me? fight the imagenthis is the march of the fallennthe serpents can't even touch us nownwe've lost all sight of directionnwe're reaching reliefnwhile asperation crowds our thoughtsncrawl out of the shadowsnyou coward show us the imagenyou've tried to createnyour voice drowned out, it's gonenyou were so contridictingnthis is the march of the fallennthe serpents can't even touch us nownwe've lost all sight of directionnwe're reaching reliefnwhile asperation crowds our thoughtsn(I'll carry it out, we'll take this day by day)nthe light starts to tremblenand I'm growing wearynI'll reach imperfectionnI'll reach imperfectionnwe've opened up inside, it's not too latenwe'll let our mind take us to a better placenand when we arrive it will benThe Malice Of The Momentnthe end of the road is a vaguendistance awaynyou may find this overwhelmingnwe all get lost sometimesnthere is no easier way outnwith no end in mind, take this allntake this day by daynoh, please don't loose sight of directionnyou'll see the light one daynresist the hopelessnwe've fallen asleep this timenthe light starts to tremblenand I'm growing wearynI'll reach imperfectionnI'll reach imperfection Right Now...