From the album, Between Two Worlds. The shades of grey are fadin with the world upon your back the consequence of waiting there's no turnin back When the Spirit calls you out - like the wind without a sound to the heart of all that's true - now it's up to you I'm losin your religion I aint wavin that flag I got a premonition and I aint turnin back And the Spirit calls you now - like the wind without a sound to the heart of all that's true - now it's up to you ~ should I sing - the pretty songs of praise while swimming in - our spiritual malaise or take my cue from to the prophets of the age - with a tainted god all the worlds a stage just close your eyes and pick a prize Am I a cop out - or are you a sell out you are what you breathe am I a cop out - or are you a sell out how long till we see? and the choir sings - oh, he’s fallen down as the coyotes breathe - that chilling sound and somewhere in between - defiled and pristine I hold my breathe and take a step