Only the creaks can be heard
In the cycle of apathy
Voices that cannot become words
Run through the soul

Pain that cannot be eased
Covers the sky
Longing to be drenched
Touching the dark waters

Only the creaks can be heard
In the cycle of apathy
Voices that cannot become words
Run through the soul

Pain that cannot be eased
Covers the sky
Longing to be drenched
Touching the dark waters
Longing to be drenched
Touching the dark waters

3, 2, 1, go

All the greed feels like loss
I'm just laying down
Lost in greed
Everything seems constant
Denying change
All, I deny, even the air
Will stop at this point
All will change
Like the only choice left is to breathe

These desert wastelands
Will be reformed by the wind
Will be remade by our hand
Drops of water that seldom
Fall form a pool of whispers
Tainting our lives forever

The nervous system swings, searching for ease
Go

The nervous system swings
Searching for ease in these hands
Deep down in the dark ocean
I wait for the light

The answers that were frozen
Slowly start to melt
Emotions that burst become
A signal for the path

The answers that were frozen
Slowly start to melt
Emotions that burst become
A signal for the path

The ornamention cracks
And falls apart

Only creaks can be heard
In the cycle of apathy
Voices that cannot become words
Run through the soul

Pain that cannot be eased
Covers the sky
Creating a new motion
Fingernails leave a claw mark

As I crawl into this light
As I crawl into this light
As I crawl into this light
As I crawl into this light