And at every warning they're turning away
Manifesting and torn into another decay
Manifesting the pallid trite complexion of decay

And the tyrant's awaking from his sleep
All the servants are making his conscience weak
Manifesting the sickly de-volution of decay

All rise for the resurrection
The art of nothing men
Is just a bleak complexion
Only formed within

And I consider the feelings I had before
When my freedom was beaten and sold and whored
To the mercenary pallid trite complexion of decay

You're afloat but you haven't found the sea
And I need to be colder, but it's not in me
To believe in the worthless coalition of decay

All rise for the resurrection
The art of nothing men
Is just a bleak complexion
Only formed within

And at every warning they're turning away
Manifesting and torn into another decay
Manifesting the pallid trite complexion of decay

And the tyrant's awaking from his sleep
All the servants are making his conscience weak
Manifesting the sickly de-volution of decay

All rise for the resurrection
The art of nothing men
Is just a bleak complexion
Only formed within

All rise for the resurrection
The art of nothing men
Is just a bleak complexion
Only formed within