Cycles Video (MV)

Looking out of window eyes all along
They were tinted, changing light spectrums
Removed by ingesting the third kind
If i can see it all, do i die tonight?

Rage against the dying of the Light
This Pathway it tames and tortures your mind
Make again a salve to heal our eyes
So we might see that the Road it narrows
And is true

We follow all the patterns set by the ancients
Hidden inside the empty spaces
It is written in all of our DNA
Pushing and pulling through our veins

We wander 'round the circles trailed by the ancestors
Conforming to the ease of predictability
Craving the appease of senses
And raising all the flags of our hostility

Rage against the dying of the Light
This Pathway it tames and tortures your mind
Make again a salve to heal our eyes
So we might see that the Road it narrows