Standing, waiting and praying
Praying on your thought
You've got to fight

For the first time
I could see its face
And I was so confused
And I was so confused
But now you are
Holding on to things you fear
Losing touch with your heart
Desolate
In the shadows
Losing touch with your heart
Desolate
The fight that keeps us from self-destruction

The dead cold
Stare from its face
And it's looking straight at you
Now you find emptiness
And it's looking straight at you
Now you find emptiness
The face that destroys all creation
All creation

Now you find yourself waiting in panic
You always try to run
You always try to run
Did you even catch a glimpse
To see the face
That has always haunted you?
Even now you hace the chance
Maybe you would realize
That it might be you

The face that destroys all creation
All creation