The Water Drips From Wells Of Shame   Spilling Through These Words (Of Blame)   Listen To The Battle Cries Of A Race That Knows It's Dying      Read The Bleeding Words Of Those   Who Feel The Wheel Is At Their Heal   Then Somebody Tells Me That's The Way It Was Meant To Be   These Things Will Never Die      All They See Is Nothing   They Just Hear The Echoes In The Well      Stare Deep Into The Frigid Eyes Of A Man Who Knows He's Lying   These Are Those Men Who Make Mistakes      But Don't Erase The Pain   Then They Whisper To Me That's The Way It Was Meant To Be   These Things Will Never Be      All They See Is Nothing   They Just Hear The Echoes In The Well      There Are Those Who Find These Times A Crime And Those Whose Souls Will Never Mind   Or Those Who Need To Plant These Seeds      Living In Sin's Been Induced Again   By Beating The Paths Of Downtrodden Men   Or Those Who Think They Know Their Souls   Stab Deep In Their Hearts And Listen To The Echoes...      All They Hear Are The Echoes In The Well