The vultures swallowed the light and left nothing for the morning
Tonight will last forever but I feel forever is far too long
I built these four walls to breathe but now it feels as if I'm dying

I would take it all back and admit I was wrong but that was never what you wanted

I dug the grave and buried the intentions that brought us here.

And in that darkness they tremble.
Tender lips and crooked smiles are all that's left and all that hides our blood on their tongues.


can you feel the pulse of the parasites, I guess its our time to step outside and come face to face with all that lies deep inside all of us.

We lost all of our intentions when we left this paradise for something more and as we fall we catch a glimpse of all we had before


We are not done this is our home.


And for what its worth this left me feeling so alone and again and again I here them calling my name, I here them calling me out.

Welcome home, welcome back to rapture.