From the soul of the unnamed,
To the devastating depths of the heads and the hearts of the shamed
With patience like the fury of a freight train
I'll always have faith in the untamed
I have faith in the untamed
No room to think when digression is fought
Progression of thought dies and goes right out the door
It's hard to move on when tradition is the whore
That keeps your feet nailed to the frozen floor
Now it weighs down your mind
Once again left you deaf, dumb, and blind
But I have faith that one day
We'll have the strength to rip out every single page
I have faith you'll find no peace from this
You'll still be empty
It will never end
This tradition is downfall
It's hard to let go when you're still holding on
You'll find no peace from this
You'll still be empty
You better believe we're breaking boundaries
A routine for the uninspired
For the hearts that lack any fire
You put your thoughts in dying hands
While you wade through the quicksand.