Center is lost
Mind gone astray
Caught in the thorns
Growing above

Senses deceive
Hunter is prey
Faced with a world
Coming undone

Burn
Wind on the back
Riding out into eterne
The dream is dead
But it always can return

Awake into another sight
The shine of gold has worn away
A light that shone us once ahead
Like water running down the drain

Seizing your grace, twisting your form again
Future you thought lies in the others' hands
Stripping away creation from within
The vision fades, carried upon the wind

Burn
Wind on the back
Riding out into eterne
The dream is dead
But it always can return

In the ashes we unlearn
Set the fire, watch it burn

In the ashes we unlearn
Set the fire, watch it burn