Tekst:
Neurosis Times Of Grace

Like the walls of your stare, you will fall (Within you) Succumb to the new and give way Old fields will fail (Memory) Yielding crops of rocks and dust

in our solace See three eyes All our crimes trial waits everyone The presence of old eyes is here Grant me the pure heart We've lived through In times

us see, wrath to survive darkness looms, the moons have stricken showing all, constant revision all structures collapse, mysteries unfold borne from the skies in these times of grace

to god make us see, wrath to survive darkness looms, the moons have stricken showing all, constant revision all structures collapse, mysteries unfold borne from the skies in these times of grace