Times like these to people please   Fables spread like some disease   New age gods like old facades   Write a book you'll like the odds      You'll like the odds   Inventing gods   Old facades      Take apart human heart you will start   Through the doorway of all of your sorrows   Beginning to pull you away      In the night the sometimes light   The seasons which run out of time   When I press this game of chess   I always end with something less      With something less   You've made a mess   Of your Sunday best      Take apart human heart you will start   Through the doorway of all of your sorrows   Beginning to drag you away      In search for the answers, what never should be   Laughter erupts from primordial sea   Standing there naked with bended knee   All of your works face eternity      So though I play the same each day   When faced with pain I often pray   Take my hand you'll understand   The place we go is no man's land      No man's land   You'll understand   Don't you bite my hand      Buy some time the fine line   [Incomprehensible] robots will decline      Take apart human heart you will start   Through the doorway of all of your sorrows   Beginning to drag you away