So many hours are gone, there is no end of days that flew away
If daytime and nighttime, both are almost the same
One year's like a minute and every second was too short, but
Fraction by fraction results in the whole
The why is one, the why is seldom to grasp
The why is to expose the unforseen part of the show
Even the feeblest tree will rise up
Likewise him nourishing drops have not sprung yet
Once we're flyin?, flyin? within space and time
The trail we follow will be way and aim in one
The dice they roll their rollin? until everything is won
Even when it seems to be the last or gone
Nothing but the weekest thought could have been the greatest one, too
If he's like the ghost that can't be caught
All enigmanic cyphers, they are making sense
Even the blank pages bring the bookt o it's end
Even the feeblest tree will rise up
Likewise him nourishing drops have not sprung yet
Once we're flyin?, flyin? within space and time
The trail we follow will be way and aim in one
Be aim and way in one
Writer(s): Philip Anselmo, Pepper Keenan
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