IV. Intervals

IV. Intervals

(Root)
Our deadly sins feel his mortal wrath
Remove all obstacles from our path

(Second)
Asking questions
Search for clues
The answer's been right in front of you

(Third)
We try to break through
Long to connect
Fall on deaf ears
With failed muted breath

(Fourth)
Loyalty, trust, faith and desire
Carries love through each darkest fire

(Fifth)
Tortured insanity
A smothering hell
Try to escape but to no avail

(Sixth)
The calls of admirers
Who claim they adore
Drain all your lifeblood
While begging for more

(Seventh)
Innocent victims for merciless crimes
Fall prey to some madman's impulsive designs

(Octave)
Step after step
We try controlling our fate
When we finally start living
It's become to late

Trapped inside this Octavarium
Trapped inside this Octavarium
Trapped inside this Octavarium
Trapped inside this Octavarium

V. Razor's Edge
(John Petrucci)

We move in circles
Balanced all the while
On a gleaming razor's edge

A perfect sphere
Colliding with our fate
This story ends where it began