We come alive in the nighttime.
Those of us, we all own today, wasting nothing of our lives, finding peace and serenity.
Tell me why am I even alive if Iâm not here to do what I deem to be right?
I dream for a world undisturbed by anything but ambition.
Well, I guess weâre just as fucked in the end. Iâm living a nightmare inside of a life where
Each chord is my body. Only alive in the lights, Iâm living.
Materialized by these lungs and my own hands. If this one thing is taken away from me,
Strike me down with a flash of lightning. Iâm ready to die.
Without this, I am lost, but with it, I am home again.
I feel the pain of everything lifted from my shoulders.
Everyoneâs crying could just stop. Iâll do something with my life.
These songs are a gateway to that everlasting peace that everyone seeks.
Through my music, I will make you all believe in me, believe in what I stand for.
But without this, I am a waste of life. Why just keep on living?
I dig deeper and deeper into my head...my skull.
Iâm alone, on my own, nowhere else to go. Iâd turn to the gun.
As darkness encroaches, we begin to feel the light: the light of the darkness.
Thatâs right we come out at night.