When the calling comes for the rest of us
Let me help you decide
But there is not much sympathy left to give for the deserted mind
I have the same fear tearing the plot in two
I know it's not your fight' right'
But the weight of it is breaking upon my back
So I can see that it's not without my life

Am I the last one'
Are we a dying breed'
Anyone outside'
I fear tomorrow will eclipse today

In time, we will erase it all
In time
We are the fault of our own fall

So if you see it all, you take it to the ends
And let it sound throughout your bones
In this trust, they will not relent their rope
But the faithful are not alone

Am I the last one'
Are we a dying breed'
Anyone outside'
I fear tomorrow will eclipse today

In time we will erase it all
In time
We are the fault of our own fall

In time we will erase it all
In time
We are the fault of our own fall

Don't let them tear it from your hands

In time we will erase it all
In time
We are the fault of our own fall

In time we will erase it all
In time
We are the fault of our own fall

In time we will erase it all
In time
We are the fault of our own fall

In time we will erase it all
In time...


'In our modern age, it seems realistic and somewhat probable that our morals, values and ideals will become an ancient piece of history in the not-so-distant future. Our reverence for a creator has dwindled to a dying light in the shadow of a culture that mistakingly places God and science at odds. Our voice has become a feeble whisper, with a seemingly laughable resolution to a world gone completely out of its mind, drunk on celebrity worship, and self-exhalting lies. And moral relativism is not only the social norm, but the only 'acceptable' mindset to have. It is our responsibility to see that our voice remains the vehicle of true solution to an otherwise damned civilization.' - Ryan Clark