Moon Above, Sun Below
You are sleeping unhampered by guiltComes the morning you shut downThe devil's breath is a disease on your lipsReaching out for your lossYou prey on your flock
Seeking out the weaker heartsWith eternity in your gripAnd on a lifelong throne of sub-religionThey will eat from your head
With the moon above and the sun below
I can't remember the sun upon my skinSlave to a sorrow that is whispering withinI'm always waiting for you before I sleepThere is no comfort in the distance that we keep
In a river of grief I am drowningAnd your grip is surrounding my heartBalancing on the edge of failureAnd relieved, should I fallScattered dust upon my eyesA winding road taking you nowhereA winding road taking me homeAnd my home is my grave
Waiting for a day when there is nothing left to say
Voices of despair is a familiar friendshipA society in your head holds the code to destruction
Dying fastSummer dying fastAnd this can't last, as nothing ever lastsIn a forest of fleshThere is a need to sever myself away from happiness
Still no drifting sunBlack upon the earthStill the air is dryAnd the locust wait
There is no help in the wake of our needsThere is no help to dispel the painThere is no help yet some cling to a phantomThere is no help, only circles on the water
Only circles on the water