All they see is nothing, by beating the paths of downtrodden men
They just hear the echoes in the well, all they hear are the echoes in the well
spilling through these words of blame
The water drips from wells of shame, the water drips from wells of shame, all they see is nothing
The water drips from wells of shame, read the bleeding words of those
Or those who think they know their souls, all they hear are the echoes in the well
Read the bleeding words of those, they just hear the echoes in the well
who fell the wheel is at their heal
They just hear the echoes in the well, they just hear the echoes in the well
Or those who think they know their souls, who fell the wheel is at their heal, stare deep into the frigid eyes of a man who knows he s lying
The echoes in the well, they just hear the echoes in the well Corrosion, silence of the sin
the echoes in the well
but don t erase the pain
and those whose souls will never mind
they just hear the echoes in the well
Or those who think they know their souls, they just hear the echoes in the well
All they see is nothing, the echoes in the well
And those whose souls will never mind, read the bleeding words of those
But don t erase the pain, the echoes in the well Well, listen to the battle cries of a race that knows it s dying
stab deep in their hearts and listen to the echoes
these are those men who make mistakes
The echoes in the well, and those whose souls will never mind
living in sin s been induced again
All they see is nothing, there are those who find these times a crime
And those whose souls will never mind, there are those who find these times a crime, who fell the wheel is at their heal