Check your weapons at the door

You don't live here anymore

but a heart can not repent

if it doesn't know it's bent

it's like it's beating itself to death



There you are, still as stone

stretching skin on the bone

Well they say I've lost my will

but I'm just standing still

In a world that swallows cowards for the crime of killing time



I'm checking out the scenery

from as high as I can be

Come, let faith be your garden

always changing, always still...

still breathing



And there you are in my mind

Will from living underground

Divided and divided until

noone can be found

nothing left to break down



I'm checking out the scenery

from as high as I can be

Come, let faith be your garden

always changing, always still...

still breathing



I'm checking out the scenery

from as high as I can be

Come, let faith be your garden

always changing, always still...

still breathing

Come, let faith be your garden

always changing, always still...

still breathing



Check your weapons at the door

You don't live here anymore

Well they say I've lost my will

but I'm just standing still

In a world that swallows cowards for the crime of killing time



still breathing...

still breathing