作词 : Holmes, MacKintosh
鏍囬锛欻ands Of Reason
涓撹緫锛欴raconian Times
鑹烘湳瀹讹細Paradise Lost
閲戝睘鈥斺旀ⅵ锛氬皬鐔娿佹垬閿ゃ佺背绫

I speak of people whose game is disguise
The myth of flavour appears with no sign

Cause I see it coming, like a long lost friend
A temple of rubble, the low and blind betray
Inane, the pleasures that leave a sorry state
You're told of treasures, indulgence cannot wait

But wait for tomorrow and steal some sanity
Insane thoughts are borrowed, unable to repay them
back
As I now fall... fall into deprivation
Fall... fallen there's till tomorrow
Love hides the things you'll never know

A lack of reason that makes a mortal man
Untold the reason, the past where it began

Cause I see horror, horror to think about
Insane thoughts are borrowed, unable to reapy them
back
As I see the blood, blood on the hands of reason
Blood, bloody the hands that lead me
Love for the ones you cannot know