Lyrics:

Find your way to wither
At least make a choice
For you ain't nothing special
But I know you know
Time to seal my future, to give up the masquerade
Set the stones, define the circle
I am on my way

Reconcile your little empty, mindless absurdities
Oh my little, little brat, why don't you take a bite right off me?
Right off me

A narrow escape, yet shadow takes on a more definite shape
Formation riding on a wave of ends
Allusive to the flowing tide of innuendo (innuendo)
Duration reaching out for breathing time
A fall-in on the rise, at heart (at heart)

Now be a slave and spend your every single day in vain
Or react to the fact that you might as well be gone tomorrow
I can't deny, I'll never comply with your static forms and rules
Who made who, who claims to be true
Tiny midgets on parade

A narrow escape, yet shadow takes on a more definite shape
Formation riding on a wave of ends
Allusive to the flowing tide of innuendo (innuendo)
Duration reaching out for breathing time
A fall-in on the rise, at heart (at heart)


Perceptions roar, emerging from oblivion
Resemble grief
Among the ruins of tragedy

A narrow escape, yet shadow takes on a more definite shape
Formation riding on a wave of ends
Allusive to the flowing tide of innuendo (innuendo)
Duration reaching out for breathing time
A fall-in on the rise, at heart (at heart)