Haunted by your slide
  You thought you were on your climb
  The open door shut tight
  Braving our misfortunes day and night
  Falling down from faulty spines
  All dry rivers in my dying thirst for you
  And you clearly can't decide dark from light
  
  As we Hail, Hail to the new bastille
  The albatross that needed to fly
  As the future sails
  To collision's trail
  We'll find a voice that leads us to right
  Hail, Hail
  
  With all your sins on trial
  Can't get it off of your mind
  The choking sands of time
  Out of sync with your like and mine
  I was sentenced for the kill
  I'm the eye inside the storm
  After what I had to live
  I've got nothing left to give
  Or to keep me hanging on