The sun it seems to get dimmer every day, but don't be afraid
Once we awake from peace the hell we have seen will be released
We all have our demons and we just released them
Survive, retreat, repeat
In distress I lift my head again
Destruction the nectar of the dead
I've suppressed the wreckage in my chest
Illusions from the land of the damned
The worst has yet to come
I seek no solace
I feel no comfort
Contained in darkness
Retreat from progress
In distress I lift my head again
Destruction the nectar of the dead
I've suppressed the wreckage in my chest
Illusions from the land of the damned
I've found no solace
I've lost all comfort
Controlled by darkness
Repeat the process
Retreat
Repeat