Crawling out from suffering
Now, dead, now cold.
Murderous light.
I've felt life.
I give up.
I give up.
Faces fade,
With our curse.
Blind sights.
But it burns,
But it burns.
My spit throne.
More faces fade and wither.
Murderous light.
I've felt life.
I give up.
I give up.
This fades.