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[Bonus Track] [Words and Music -- Pete Morten] As one mans will declines Gone are his reasons and rhyme At odds with awkward evens Stand your ground to be believed in To those who already shine How did it feel when you switched sides I guess I'll know, I guess I'll know, given time. See this side of me, these humble offerings. From this well, hope still brings. My enemy. As my pride lays crumbling, so down comes everything. With a heavy heart, this sadness brings... My destiny. It's one mans will to rise So precise, the predictable line Anchor the body, and prepare to breathe in deep Can you see what's in my mind The reaching point, of reaching pride. Although it's hard, I guess my heart can't lie. See this side of me, these humble offerings. From this well, hope still brings. My enemy. SongtexteAs my pride lays crumbling, so down comes everything. With a heavy heart, this sadness brings... My destiny. Seasoned minds will bring, these humble offerings. From this well, hope still brings. My purity. You've seen me stumbling With a thankful heart I spread my wings Divinity. In the quiet of the mind The fog of memory is formed The gravity of it's charge States that you reclaim it Amongst the trails here you will find Visual echos that conform To the divine in all it's parts This path you have laid it. If you were ever needing proof, just follow now your inner truth, to guide you Don't give doubt the space to confuse you, there's no room in here. If you were ever feeling moved, to shape this coming life renewed I excuse you, as your guardian, I choose you. To me it's clear. I excuse you, we excuse you, we all excuse you, we won't lose you!. See this side of me, these humble offerings. From this well, hope still brings. My enemy. As my pride lays crumbling, so down comes everything. With a heavy heart, this sadness brings... My destiny. Seasoned minds will bring, these humble offerings. From this well, hope still brings. My purity. You've seen me stumbling With a thankful heart I spread my wings Divinity. Aus Songtexte Mania