You are seeped and hampered by guilt

It comes to morning shutdown

The devil spread the decease on your lips

Preaching down for your lust, play with fault


Seeking out the weaker heart

And an eternity in your grief

Of a life far gone from some religion


Think from your head

Your head


With the moon above and the sun below

With the moon above and the sun below

With the moon above and the sun below

With the moon above and the sun below


I can't remember the sun upon my skin

Slave to a summer that is whispering within

I am always waiting for you before I sleep

There is no comfort in the distance that we keep


River of grief after arriving

Grievance surrounding my heart

Perching on the edge of failure

Preaching the fall

Killer comes to sip from my eye

Plenty of road taking me nowhere

Plenty of road taking me home

Home is my grave


Waiting for the day when there's nothing left to say


Voices of despair with familiar friendships

Society of your hair, color coded destruction


Dying fast, Sun dying fast

This can't last, cause nothing ever lasts


When in a forest of flesh

There's a need to sever myself

Away from happiness