Lay me down to rest
And hang your head down low
In panic and in shame
When you go

Build a raven's nest
Of withered bones and teeth
And dig a hole for me
Underneath

And let the mirror judge
If there's madness in our hearts
And let the soil embrace
And silence our alarms

Let our twilight world
Pass into gentle night
And let the moon obscure
The pallor of our skies

And you keep running down
Running down
Running down that corridor
And no one knows
No one knows
No one knows what it's there for
What it's there for

The tree was always dead
Yet never seems to grow
Polluted by the grief
Down below

In shades of white and grey
In heavy slumber's keep
In pieces and in shards
Let me sleep

And let the mirror judge
If there's madness in our hearts
And let the soil embrace
And silence our alarms

Let our twilight world
Pass into gentle night
And let the moon obscure
The pallor of our skies

And you keep running down
Running down
Running down that corridor
And no one knows
No one knows
No one knows what it's there for
What it's there for

And you keep running down
Running down
Running down that corridor
And no one knows
No one knows
No one knows what it's there for
What it's there for