Tonight I will sink
Into my thousandth bitter sleep
Where future failures will
Flower rotting teeth
Today I will live
My thousandth bitter life
Then like the lonely sun I will crawl
Back into the paper cut
Until the morning
When through the window
The lonely sun will bleed
And tell me everything is what it seems
Seems
Everything is what it seems to be
Drowning spiteful laughter in
Blacked out misery
Fear becomes the slowest death
But tonight I'll forget everything
Until the morning
When through the window
The lonely sun will bleed
And tell me everything is what it seems
Seems
Everything is what it seems to be
