[01:41.52]scatter the roots of our passage tonight[01:53.34]discard the memories we chose to survive[02:05.13]all of our sense overshadowed by a song[02:17.40]pining for strength and deprive from the strong[02:54.15]when she was five years old there's cake and brightlights[02:59.43]and when she was ten she became the maid's bride[03:00.36]with temperance and beauty and salvation unknown[03:03.81]a life isolated, heinous and young[03:19.35]stand up and face it although you're half dead[03:28.38]try to remember though they've taken your head[03:49.05]why we sleep fully dressed and rise only from bed[04:53.22]who did this to us?[05:07.80]who did this to us?[05:10.29]so partial to memory the pearls of our dead[05:22.95]but where do we keep them? put them here by the steps.[05:24.87]while i climb to the top and i find where i am