[feat. Fred Beaulieu of Beheading of a King] Burn away your ideals of purity Run away, towards the inevitable abdication And so, the end begins Our time has come We thought we could find the answer To the questions that make us all wonder Could this be Could this be what we deserve? Can this really be all that there is? How can you expect me to accept this When we are the ones held accountable? When we are the ones on the pedestal The ones on the pedestal We sought some form of closure Could this be what we deserve? Can this really be all that there is?
How can you expect me to accept this When we are the ones held accountable? How can you expect me to simply accept this When we are the ones held accountable? As we rise up the tyranny falls Burn your amendments and tear down your walls We put ourselves up on the pedestal The flaws of all, displayed upon the pedestal The path we have chosen, will forever remain The flaws of all, displayed upon the pedestal The path we have chosen, will remain unspoken And so the end begins Our time has come The end begins The end begins