Sun's rising still I can't see straight

Is there anything that nice to see anyway?

You never know what tomorrow brings

Don't wanna fake it, don't want you to fail

You packed your things for the worst vacation

Try not to think about it on the way

You packed your things but the worst's still to come

The black stain sure is hard to wash away

It's growing, that's all we know

Climbing up your throat

Sick of these walks in off white halls

You got my word, you're almost home

It's growing, that's all we know

Climbing up your throat

The feeling is all around

In every silence I hear it's sound