You are sleeping unhampered by guilt
Comes the morning you shut down
The devil's breath is a disease on your lips
Reaching out for your loss
You prey on your flockSeeking out the weaker hearts
With eternity in your grip
And on a lifelong throne of sub-religion
They will eat from your headWith the moon above and the sun belowI can't remember the sun upon my skin
Slave to a sorrow that is whispering within
I'm always waiting for you before I sleep
There is no comfort in the distance that we keepIn a river of grief I am drowning
And your grip is surrounding my heart
Balancing on the edge of failure
And relieved, should I fall
Scattered dust upon my eyes
A winding road taking you nowhere
A winding road taking me home
And my home is my graveWaiting for a day when there is nothing left to sayVoices of despair is a familiar friendship
A society in your head holds the code to destructionDying fast
Summer dying fast
And this can't last, as nothing ever lasts
In a forest of flesh
There is a need to sever myself away from happinessStill no drifting sun
Black upon the earth
Still the air is dry
And the locust waitThere is no help in the wake of our needs
There is no help to dispel the pain
There is no help yet some cling to a phantom
There is no help, only circles on the waterOnly circles on the water