Once there was a time when we could learn 
all the simple pleasantries a follower should yearn 
now all that I can do is watch them burn 
and wish that I could save them all, or just one 

See the Fake, everyday shaking hands of men, promising the end. 
Hear Him Speak of all the things that we need to hear, to adhere 

Justify, your secrecies that surmise your cries 
I see the way you look around the bend 
is it going to end, when? 

The visions that I've seen have left me torn 
between the resurrection and the prophecy unborn 
I think that I will document the fall 
and say I hate to say it, but I told you all

See the Fake, everyday shaking hands of men, promising the end 
Hear Him Speak of all the things that we need to hear, to adhere. 

Justify, your secrecies that surmise your cries, 
I see the way you look around the bend 
is it going to end, when? 
Justify, your secrecies that surmise your cries, 
I see the way you look around the bend 
is it going to end, to end?

Your side, choose wise
Your side, choose wise
Your side, choose while you can...

Justify, your secrecies that surmise your cries 
I see the way you look around the bend 
is it going to end, when? 
Justify, your secrecies that surmise your cries 
I see the way you look around the bend 
is it going to end, to end?

When you change your mind is it going to end?