[Grant Netzorg]
I awake in a perfect Hell - genus ex nihilo
This shell filled with another man's paradise
Holds only a whisper of my past life
I'm trapped between worlds, a dream within a dream
[Phil]
Draw me a picture, a still frame in your mind
That records all the pieces left inside of me
Know my beginnings, the trials that life brings
Or wash away my ashes in the sea
[Grant Netzorg]
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come?
The one of a life taken by a man wearing my flesh
Three gates to Hell before me: the sea, the sky, my mind
With this key, a blade, release me
[Grant Netzorg & (Phil)]
These skies hold (no salvation)
No peace lies (beneath the dust)
[Phil]
Where is the answer? A distant voice repeating
The final gate is calling out to me
The choice is easy, awaken from my sleep
Or wash away my ashes in the sea