A thousand years of confirmation, the weight of the world
He isn't waiting for permission, he's shaping the dirt
The clay resists the hammer, it's hitting faster
Masquerade, this black parade is coming to an end
A thousand years of confirmation, the weight of the world
He isn't waiting for permission, he's shaping the dirt
You counted your blessings, you cut your teeth
You can't escape him, with what's hidden beneath
A thousand years of confirmation, the weight of the world
He isn't waiting for permission, he's shaping the dirt
A thousand years of confirmation, the weight of the world
He isn't waiting for permission, he's shaping the dirt