Black is the night and bleak are the days
You might not believe it but I have seen the places
Days, months, to weakness you’re a slave
Can that be your sweetness but also decay
Does sugar make you weaker? Weakness is okay
But what is the limit that you take?
The lies, the luck, the sickness, the taste
I was there once
I was younger when I got trapped in
Living in a dream
Lies we shouldn’t have believed in
Songs that turn to dissonance
Why would we want our innocence, just kids
A little bit of hell
Back to the night the facts I misled
Morning has broken and I have been away
Truth struck, I was broken in the head
Blinding the light and black is the shade
Chequered is my history, reliving the days
How deep is the valley you’ve to scale?
A lie, you hate it, you believe it anyway
