الأغاني: Twelve Tribes. The Train Bridge.

Welcome to the inside the dim light of revolution personifiedwhere your god is an assortment of colors and lines in the city some days i hear the train comming like a three fold armageddon swallong time. i feel the ocean comming alive the rain falls like gun fire and the sky falls apart. You are not who you say you are I am counterfeit we live on top of the most beautiful world ti's not real; we're running out of time as it is. I am ocunterfeit save your breath there are some places where the beuty does not reach the train storms flod the dead streets with innocent blood. Drowning your salvation in the undertow of your god. What have you becomeI remember to tread water I'm not breathing in as I feel the ocean coming alive I am less human insde. The streets run with the blood of the sanctified. Nothing has ever felt so cold as teh silence tonight in time as it is my name will crash these walls and you will know my name is revolution for the last time.