With so many words we stand upon our dreams
With all the hell around
It's exactly what it seems
Lying at the bottom we can't derive our fate
In the dead of night
Absent are the saints
Changed man, will change
There only two kids
Ones with truth inside and one with plague inside
I don't want to see it all come crashing down
Down in the ocean
Altering the course
Untangle this weight and send off with poison
Mountain size the pain
If ceased would bring us sound
No clarity to shape the lost all went unfound
But with the hope of man
Shine faith from all unseen
Braided hands that reach for nothing but belief
Changed man, will change
Hope lives unlost
Gain strength at all costs
Absent are the saints
Absent are the saints
Writer(s): Brock Lindow, Thomas Noonan, Steven Holt
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