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