Shadows expanding in the nighttime
Thought I could fight it
Guess I'm fooling myself
Demons are stirring in the moonlight
Thought I could hide it
I'm just moving my mouth
Good morning, the sun is up
Time for a freshened approach
My fears are scattered in the sun when my eyelids first open up
Busy schedule, good thing
Time lacks then to overthink
But thoughts prevail on my bedside when I got nowhere else to be
Crushed
With a couple dozen tons of
Weight
I'm alive now, though it don't mean
Much
Got a couple hundred kinds of
Pain
Constantly circling
The storm of the century, now
In a confined space
I know to swim, still I drown
Crippling tidal waves
Worse in the nighttime
Quiet and alone
Comforting skylines
Usher in the cold
Shadows expanding in the nighttime
Thought I could fight it
Guess I'm fooling myself
Demons are stirring in the moonlight
Thought I could hide it
I'm just moving my mouth
Daylight comes
Never fast enough
Flashes hope
Never really comes
In the sun
It reveals the hurt
Daylight comes
Never long enough
A false hope
Shortly overcome
In the sun
Even it can burn
The storm of the century, now
In a confined space
I know to swim, still I drown
Crippling tidal waves
Present in all times
'Specially when alone
Comforting skylines
They're all just false hope
Shadows expanding in the nighttime
Thought I could fight it
Guess I'm fooling myself
Demons are stirring in the moonlight
Thought I could hide it
I'm just moving my mouth
Shadows expanding in the nighttime
Thought I could fight it
Guess I'm fooling myself
Demons are stirring in the moonlight
Thought I could hide it
I'm just moving my mouth
I'm just moving my mouth