opened my eyes   the fire had come   not for the end of days   not for the faithless ones   not for vision understood   burns because it has to burn   change'll happen whether we   are still or moving   breathe in waves of doubt   bitter in your mouth   you will exhale cinnamon clouds   when it is quiet and still   i can feel older here   change what i can and pray   the hope will not disappear   when we are not denying anything   nothing is an enemy   delicately balancing   the perfect world   ride these waves of doubt   bitter in your mouth   you will exhale cinnamon clouds   little heaven   riding waves of doubt   turns me inside out   i will exhale primal shout   little heaven   i understand   the fire will come   not for the strength of will   or passion of anyone   i understand   the fire will come   not for the end of days   not for the faithless ones