Born of a systematic scheme,
Clear skies rusting the chains of confinement.
Carefully taken from a labourous life,
To once again walk unshackled.
For time has yet to come and whisk you away.
Chorus:
Territoriality,
Fused with the need for a choice.
Come within inches of losing your grasp,
The time of unrest has come.
Broken glass on the ground.
The time of unrest has come.
Born of a systematic scheme,
A vigil of hills and valleys below.
Chorus
Commanders Of The Fleet,
Open the assault on the psyche.
A vigil of hills and valleys below,
The barrier guarding what the mind must not know.
Born of a systematic scheme...
Clear skies rusting the chains of confinement.
Carefully taken from a labourous life,
To once again walk unshackled.
For time has yet to come and whisk you away.
Chorus:
Territoriality,
Fused with the need for a choice.
Come within inches of losing your grasp,
The time of unrest has come.
Broken glass on the ground.
The time of unrest has come.
Born of a systematic scheme,
A vigil of hills and valleys below.
Chorus
Commanders Of The Fleet,
Open the assault on the psyche.
A vigil of hills and valleys below,
The barrier guarding what the mind must not know.
Born of a systematic scheme...