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 flock



Seeking out the weaker hearts

With eternity in your grip

And on a lifelong throne of sub-religion

They will eat from your head



With the moon above and the sun below



I 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 keep



In 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 grave



Waiting for a day when there is nothing left to say



Voices of despair is a familiar friendship

A society in your head holds the code to destruction



Dying 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 happiness



Still no drifting sun

Black upon the earth

Still the air is dry

And the locust wait



There 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 water



Only circles on the water