At Fates Hands

Ours is the cry of the helpless, told in the timeless truth of the written word

Trapped by the tempest of the blind our muted calls can't be heard

Helpless as we stand amidst the push of thoughtless hands

We are adrift without direction in a raging storm on a calm sea
Clinging to our expectations to stem the tide of destiny

Helpless as we fall beneath the crush of waters walls

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• So
• Left Here
• Simple Human
• Something From Nothing
• Pieces Of Me
• Heal Me
• Wish
• Crawl
• River Wide Ocean Deep
• Another Perfect Day
• A Handful Of Doubt
• Stranger (With A Familiar Face)
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• Pleasant Shade Of Gray VII
• Pleasant Shade Of Gray VI
• Pleasant Shade Of Gray V
• Pleasant Shade Of Gray IV
• Pleasant Shade Of Gray III
• Pleasant Shade Of Gray II
• Pleasant Shade Of Gray I
• Misfit
• Kiss Of Death