Rapt. Dept.

judge and sentence the findings of fate
commission your thoughts, commission your thoughts
to furnish the wall it can't just happen, wait!
can't just happen, wait! can't just happen, wait!
as they out-manoeuvre your motionless scent
your pathways and footprints are made with intent
so we stand frozen in contraband
like ornaments, we break from emotional hand

they will march on
they will march on

close at hand will be
close at hand will be me

take the eyes from a crow and they'll stab you from distance
but the thorn in my side is immune through resistance
and it can't just happen, it can't just happen
and it can't just happen, it can't just happen

they will march on
they will march on

done everything twice for you
made the maps to see them through
how's your chance but you cave in
I will stand alone as one
solitude is the outcome
the hand grows cold but it's all mine

they'll out-manoeuvre your motionless scent
your pathways and footprints
are made to change the way and all diversions
so I stand frozen now