You lay awake at night But stay in your bed Trying to undermine the voice in your head Knowing you ought to, but still find a reason Silently laying low Morbid fear will justify your treason
Look the other way to see Comfort in the pain to be
The end of a life is close at hand You're standing tall Keep out of trouble Do your worst Do nothing at all
Keeping watch Seeing ghosts Drifting out of sight Laying low Covered in Dark and dead cold night
A cry for help The help is near You sing a song so you can't hear Upon your touch a death undone May cause a strain Agonizing death has won
Lack of remorse No help to give Lack of remorse No help to find
Reeking betrayal No reaching hand Reeking betrayal We're going blind
