From the recording Archangel

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Patience is knowledge
Knowledge of my ignorance

So you are great, your moral sense is born by blood and hate
You are the one who makes himself betrayed
You should remember and accept your faith
The sky is almost grey

All I know is I wouldn't remain
In my sickness, in my loneliness
All I needed was the hate you gave
In my sickness, in my emptiness
All my life is the love that you take in my sickness in my ignorance
All I know is the sky is grey and the throe that exists in my soul

Hear the sirens who call you back in fear
The sky is almost grey