I've withered away  to these gray skies  a smile held captive for too long  I'm forever searching   for the words that neglect me  will you neglect me   fight the image    this is the march of the fallen  the serpents can't even touch us now  we've lost all sight of direction  we're reaching relief  while asperation crowds our thoughts    crawl out of the shadows  you coward show us the image   you've tried to create    your voice drowned out  its gone you were so contridicting    this is the march of the fallen  the serpents can't even touch us now  we've lost all sight of direction  we're reaching relief  while asperation crowds our thoughts    (I'll carry it out, we'll take this day by day)    the light starts to tremble   and I'm growing weary  I'll reach imperfection  I'll reach imperfection    we've opened up inside   it's not too late  we'll let our mind take us   too a better place  and when we arrive it will be  The Malice Of The Moment  the end of the road is a vage  distance away    you may find this overwhelming  we all get lost sometimes  there is no easier way out  with no end in mind  take this all  take this day by day  oh, please don't loose sight of direction   you'll see the light one day     resist the hopeless   we've fallen asleep this time    the light starts to tremble   and I'm growing weary  I'll reach imperfection  I'll reach imperfection    Right Now...