Fifth Step: The Distance Between Gods and Men Songtext
von Skein

With every step I′m slipping further away from you
With every step I'm slipping further away from you

I can still feel the coldness of that chair
The coldness of the paradigm
As I bowed my head down
And whispered out His name

Emptiness that came so violently
Bareness of the paradigm
As I only heard my words
And the echoes of her wail

The light
Receding

With every step I′m slipping further away from you
With every step I'm slipping further away from you

Knelt and folded hands
For the last time
Whispered a prayer
Cried out to him unanswered
Small as I will ever be


A comforting lap grew thorns
Unifying song turned sour
Driving nails through the palms
In desperation reaching out for your help

Casting stones with feeble hands
Lifted up with your fears
Driving nails through clean hands
In desperation reaching out for your care

With every step I'm slipping further away from you
With every step I′m slipping further away from you

I can still feel the coldness of that chair
The coldness of the paradigm
As I bowed my head down
And whispered out His name

Emptiness that came so violently
Bareness of the paradigm
As I only heard my words
And the echoes of her wail

Knelt and folded hands
For the last time
Whispered a prayer
Cried out to him unanswered
Small as I will ever be