There Is Gold In The Temple
There′s A Fire That Burns Below
There Are Angels And DevilsHell And Heaven Lives Inside Of Us All

Can We Carry The Weight Of Our Humanity
And Find A Remedy For Our Misguided Misanthropy?
The Color Of Chaos
Beauty In Flames
Like A Mosaic Of Judgement Day

Of Judgement Day

There's A Snake In The Garden
There′s Is A Plauge In The Heart Of Man
Not A Thing Left To Barter
Time Slips Through Our Hands

We Return To The Earth

Can We Carry The Weight Of Our Humanity
And Find A Remedy For Our Misguided Misanthropy?
The Color Of Chaos
Beauty In Flames
Like A Mosaic Of Judgement Day

Can We Carry The Weight Of Our Humanity
And Find A Remedy For Our Misguided Misanthropy?
The Color Of Chaos
Beauty In Flames
Like A Mosaic Of Judgement Day

Our Shattered Hearts
Rearranged
Like A Mosaic
Of Judgement Day