This is the end of your life We all live in hostels that mirror our fear Each face a portal to nothing or everything Depending on resting on circumstance The chances of knowing Just what standard of silence you can expect to receive? No discontentment will be voiced or rendered When we all bleed in the night, bleed in the night Bleed in the night by ourselves Spring is such a painfully deceptive time Everyone's got some problems to hide in the lives they lead Spring is a Christmas time away It seems we've all got hands to beg, we are spinning lies April is dripping a spawn soaked in mucous As May accelerates here Yes, April is dripping and standards are slipping In the land of the devoted This is a standard of silence that you can expect to receive True discontentment will blur with our leisure When we all bleed in the night, bleed in the night Bleed in the night through ourselves As God turns away, as God turns away We are becoming devoted children We are set in our ways Yes, as God turns away, as God turns away We are becoming devoted children And I am becoming like all good children Yes, we are becoming devoted children We are set in our ways as God turns away Then this is a standard of silence that you can expect to receive All discontentment reduced and surrendered Sub-parity, they are bleeding the night, bleeding the night Bleeding the night for themselves