Here we are
Only where we're all supposed to be
We believe
Profoundly that we have found our destiny
On a road
Where temptress fiends and demons intervene
We'll fill our cups
With holy and romantic sound decrees

Our demise is our demise
Melodic growing hearts destined from the start
We're never letting go
So precise, we're so precise
Aiming down our sites knowing every type
Has a predetermined soul

Like the truth
To everyman the music sets us free
Healing wounds and ending misery
Beloved hearts
Imploding sounds that scream of love and grace
Distractions will
be cast out to the sea
Pulling the trigger
Of the gun that kills disease
A cancer leaves our vanes
Setting our minds free

Misery loves company
And you've got a lot of friends
We find ourselves with epiphanies
Godspeed until the end