nevermore'un aynı isimli albümünün kapanış parçası. hayatımda dinlediğim en iyi, en yoğun şarkılardan biridir. nasıl bestelemişler, nasıl düşünmüşler bilmiyorum; ama tek bildiğim şey, hayatımda dinlediğim en iyi şarkılardan biri olduğu. kafamdaki müziğin tam olarak notalara dökümü. her bir saniyesine ayrı tapıyorum. 7 telli gitarını götüyle bile çalacağından emin olduğum, metal dünyasının son zamanlarda başına gelen en güzel şeylerden biri olan jeff loomis, farkını bu şarkıda açıkça gösteriyor ve sonuçta ortaya kusursuza teğet geçen bir yapıt çıkıyor. bu eserin sözleri de şu şekilde:
And on the open road we came to a sign
For it was foretold that the weak would inherit
And nothing would change
Here we are at the crossroads, standing face to back
Still afraid to see our eyes
i feel helpless and alone, trapped on the third stone
Sitting here sideways on a cold stone floor
My guitar gently bleeding and wanting more
When i heard a sound come rapping,
Tapping on my door
Hello, i'm happy to meet you
(in your confidence is it safe?)
Sit down i'm happy to greet you
(To feed your greedy dog at the edge of the stage?)
But before, before you slam the door
Tell me when, tell me why, tell me what this fucking life is for
We fly through this godless endeavor
We try to explain the black forever
i feel helpless and alone, trapped on the third stone
i feel permanently stoned, this godless endeavor the only cage i've known
Our organic equation has shown it's flaw
Can we agree to disagree on the concept of god?
As i lifted up my brother he said to me
"Abandon naive realism, surrender thought in cold precision"
i feel empty and deranged, denied one last epiphany and ushered from the stage
Thou shalt not question, the role of science is not to eliminate god
As alternative gods multiply science stands accused of theocide
Consume, conform
The children sitting in the trees, they turn to laugh at me
They tell me that i'm insane, but in my mind i know i'm to blame
Alone within my lunacy, dementia fills the void within me
No testament, prayer or diseased lament can heal my wounds
They are so discontent
All the faithful fall onto their knees
And praise the priests of industrial disease
We contemplate oblivion as we resonate our dissonance
in godless random interpretation
The universe still expands, mankind still can't understand
How to define you, so hide your face and watch us exterminate ourselves over you
Welcome to the end my friend, the sky has opened
