a father said to his son 
"you should be waking up. Your salvation is here, your 
eyes will open up 
all the times that I said you wouldn't understand, I 
meant them" 
wait forever to see the child locked inside everybody 
is free there is no need to hide 
to decieve is to flee from the opened eye 
so just turn around to face the pale sun 
sweeped across the silent morning 
shades of grey they won't wait for no one 
so just turn around to face the pale sun 
"to boast the sudden conquest of a foriegn land to 
snuff the silver wasp 
to waste the gifts of man and all the things that I 
said you didn't understand." said sir hexagram 
so the son set out to find the twisting fan 
lifted from the bones lifted from the sand 
perched upon a gate he waits with bird in hand. 
so just turn around to face the pale sun 
sweeped across the silent morning 
shades of grey they won't wait for no one 
so just turn around to face the pale sun 
cause we've heard rumors of new worlds forming 
but we, place our selves with in the plot of the free 
and clearer mind where the light is caught 
so just turn around to face the pale sun 
sweeped across the silent morning 
shades of grey they won't wait for no one 
so just turn around to face the pale sun