out of a secret longing they know their way from here out of a growing dream they follow the road we create i see what i ve cut behind me lost on the bottom you often found me there false conscience is beyond me lost in the backwoods i lie open to you here just leave me here these men are running hard but you keep down your voices living only to judge heavy all mysteries aside there was a truth outside leave me here and i m born again leave me here in this void again now i am open left for dead just like salvation comes in the end1