Are my hands not black?   Black with the filth of this ageless denial?   From the first birthing breath, to the stillness of death   The light of the "right" has been deceived   And thus we live our lives      Always one step from the "heavens"   Shattering the spell   One act that will free us   Shattering the spell   Beaten by the lies of failure's conquest   One step from the "heavens"   Shattering the spell      When every breath's a warning and every moment a sign,   Lay me amidst the pinewood walls to regain what once was mine      All's pale   Shattering the spell   Flesh pales   Shattering the spell      Are my hands not red?   Red with the truth that has conquered denial?   From the first broken vow, to the last fighting breath   The light of the "right" has been deceived   And thus we die      What's left, left for the living?   In the eyes of the purest truth?   What's left, left for the living?   In the arms of denial's only son?      When every breath's a warning and every moment a sign,   Lay me amidst the pinewood walls to regain what once was mine      All's pale   Shattering the spell   Flesh pales   Shattering the spell      [Solo: Malone]      And thus we live our lives   Always one step from the "heavens"   Shattering the spell   One act that will free us   Shattering the spell   Beaten by the lies of failure's conquest   One step from the "heavens"   Shattering the spell