These words have slipped again
Stitch the lips of the one that murmurs them
Cloud your vision
Make everyone disappear
There's still time to wake up
Get out while you still can... Speak. (Get out, while you still, can)
This mud, is too thick to see through
The stiches are coming out
The wounds won't heal
Is this embedded status permanent?
So, I'm fearing...
The worst is yet to come
Days are getting shorter, (Shorter!)
Close your eyes for awhile
Rest a little longer, (Longer!)
[Instrumental]
This mud is too thick to see through
The stitches are coming out
The wounds won't heal themselves
Is this embedded status permanent?
So... I'm... Fearing...
The worst is yet to come
Days are getting shorter, (Shorter!)
Close your eyes for awhile
Rest a little longer, (Longer!)
These words have slipped again
Stitch the lips of the one that murmurs them
Cloud your vision, make everyone disappear
These shoulders are too weak to carry any more
My will is too weak to carry on
The worst is yet to come
Days are getting shorter. (Shorter!)
Close your eyes for awhile
Rest a little longer. (Longer!!!!)
The Worst Is Yet To Come
Days are getting shorter