What is the reason people smoke the night away,
Is it to run from their mistakes, or to hide from the ones they haven't made?
What is the purpose of reaching the bottom of the bottle,
Is it to forget, or to remember?
To grasp the fraction of time, breathe in its familiar warmth,
Or to erase the pain like a castle upon the sand of time
Sinners are punished for shaping history
Righteous men stand tall like a mountain floating above the ocean
Beware the righteous
Their sin is an endless night,
And each star is vengeance painted with light
Their ocean is cold and the mountain is of ice
And when the sinners gone, the righteous rise