This is what we get
We are to blame
The consequence we will always underestimate

We move in darkness
Our stolen conscience, overcome by instinct


And the sun will rise

This is our home now

But we don't understand
How we did this to ourselves
This is where we sleep tonight

Wet grass, night sky
We move in darkness


Our stolen conscience, overcome by instinct

We hide in ruins of manmade arteries

Hunger alone remains relevant
Sudden in something we understand now


We sleep with warm throats
We wake with fearful hearts
We hear them breathing through the forest

We sleep with warm throats
We covet our punishment


And the sun will rise

This is our home now

But we don't understand
How we did this to ourselves