Testo: Darkest Hour. Undoing Ruin. Paradise.

after midnight's glow and morning's glood has
settled in its self-inflicted sence of self-loathing
waking up from the longest dream where we're all
running away it's a sobering experience still sinking
still spinning still hanging by a thread i've been
thinking i'll stop wasting the says away and make life
worth living controlling these demons and stopping
sirens from screaming lapsing in and out of this great
escape a love-hate relationship we're all stuck in out
ways and as we drown everyday we revel in our self-
indulgence and wonder why we feel so trapped in
our bodies in our rooms in our cities with our words